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SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


I     A  Song  of  Praife. 
'OW  in  a  fong  of  grateful  praife, 

To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raife  ; 
With  all  the  faints  I'll  join  to  tell, 
My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

2  All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confefs, 
His  wifdom,  all  his  works  exprefs  ; 

But  C  !  his  love  what  tongue  can  tell? 
My  Jefus  has  dene  all  things  well.         .,    .*] 

3  How  fov'reign,  merciful  and  free, 
Has  been  his  love  to'fmful  me  ; 

He  pluck'd  me  from  the  jaws  of  bell, 
My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

4  I  fpurn'd  his  grace,  I  broke  his  laws, 
And  then  he  undertook  my  caufe  ; 
To  fave  me,  tho'  I  did  rebel, 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

5  And  fince  my  foul  has  known  his  love, 
What  bleflings  hath  he  made  me  prove  ? 
Mercy,  which  doth  all  praife  excel  j 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

6  Whene'er  my  Saviour  or  my  God, 
Hath  on  me  laid  his  gentle  rod  ; 

I  know  in  all  that  has  befel, 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well, 

7  Tho'  many  a  flaming  fiery  dart, 
Attempt  their  level  at  my  heart  ; 
With  this  I  ail  their  rage  repel, 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well.   , 

•8  Sometimes  the  Lord  his  face  doth  hide, 
To  make  me  pray,  and  kill  my  pride, 

A    2  ';■ :  . 


4  DIVINE    HTMNS,  or 

Yet  on  my  heart  it  ftill  doth  dwell, 
My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

9  Soon  I  fhall  pafs  this  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  (hall  lofe  my  breath  ; 
Yet  then  my  happy  foul  fhall  tell, 
My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well, 

10  And  when.to  thofe  bright  worlds  I  rife, 
Andjoin  the  anthems  in  the  Ikies  ; 
Above  the  reft  this  note  fhallfwelj, 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 
II.      Cbriji  the  Appletree. 

THE  tree  of  life,  my  foul  hath  feen, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  always  green 
The  trees  of  nature  fruitlefs  be, 
Compar'd  with  Chrift  the  Appletree, 

s  This  beauty  doth  all  things  excel, 
Ey  faith  I  know,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  which  I  now  can  fee, 
In  Jefus  Chrift  the  Appletree. 

3  For  happinefs  I  long  have  fought, 
And  pleafure  dearly  have  I  bought  ; 
I  mifsM  of  ail,  but  now  I  fee 

'Tis  found  in  Chrift  the  Appletree. 

4  I'm  weary'd  with  my  former  toil — 
Here  I  will  fit  and  reft  awhile, 
Under  the  fhadow  I  will  be, 

Of  Jefus  Chrift  the  Appletree, 

5  With  great  delight  I'll  make  my  ftay, 
There's  none  fhall  fright  my  foul  away  ; 
Among  the  fons  of  men  I  fee 

There's  none  like  Chrift  the  Appletree. 

6  I'll  lit  and  eat  this  fruit  divine, 

It  cheers  my  heart  like  fpirit'al  wine  ; 
And  now  this  fruit  is  fveet  to  me, 
That  grows  on  Chrift  the  Appletree. 

7  This  fruit  doth  make  my  foul  to  thrive, 
It  keeps  my  dying  faith  alive  ; 

Which  makes  my  foul  in  hafte  to  be 
With  Jefus  Chrift  the  Appletree. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  t 

4  'Tis  wrought  by  Jefus'  fkilful  hand, 
And  ftain'd  in  his  own  blood  ; 

It  makes  the  angels  gazing  Hand, 
To  view  this  robe  of  God. 

5  No  art  of  man  can  weave  this  robe, 
'Tis  of  fuch  mixture  fine  ; 

Nor  could  the  worth  of  all  the  globe 
By  purchafe  make  it  mine. 

6  'Tis  of  one  piece,  and  wove  throughout, 
So  curioufly  that  none 

Can  drefs  up  in  this  feamlefs  coat, 
'Till  Jefus  put  it  on. 

7  This  vefiure  never  waxes  old, 
No  fpot  thereon  can  fall ; 

It  makes  the  foldier  brifk  and  bold, 

And  dutiful  withal. 
S  Lord,  drefs  me  in  this  robe  each  day, 

And  it  mail  hide  my  fhame  ; 
Shall  make  me  fight  'gainft  fin  and  pray, 

And  blefs  my  Captain's  name. 

9  How  brifk  and  bold  Chrift's  foldiers  are, 

When  drefs'd  up  in  this  robe  ; 
They  look  like  men  equipt  for  war, 

Or  like  the  Tons  of  God; 

io  Their  fhield  is  faith,  their  helmet  hope  ; 

And  thus  they  march  Chrift's  road  ; 
Chrift's  fpirit  is  their  glittering  fword, 
To  play  the  man  for  God. 

ii  When  drefs'd  up  in  this  uniform, 

In  order  march  along  ; 
Chrift  Jefus  is  their  leader  now, 

And  confcience  beats  the  drum. 
12  The  trumpet  founds  by  Chrift's  command, 

A  long  and  joyful  found  ; 
The  foldiers  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 

And  th'  walls  come  tumbling  down. 

II.  Warning  to  firmer  s3  to  flee  from  tbeivreth  to  come, 

WHEN  pity  prompts  me  to  look  round 
Upon  this  fellow  clay  ; 


io  DIVINE   HTMNS,  or 

See  men  rcjeft  the  gofpel  found, 
Good  God  !  what  fhall  I  fay  ? 

2  My  bowels  yearn  for  dying  men, 
Doom'd  to  eternal  woe  ; 

Fain  would  I  fpeak,  but  'tis  in  vain, 
If  God  will  not  fpeak  too. 

3  O  finners,  finners,  wont  you  hear, 
,   When  in  God's  name  I  come  ? 
Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear, 

Left  hell  mould  be  your  doom. 

4  Now  is  the  time  th'  accepted  hour, 
O  finners !  come  away  ; 

The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arife  without  delay. 

5  O  !  don't  refufe  to  give  him  room, 
Left  mercy  mould  withdraw  ; 

He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

6  Then  where  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 
If  deftitute  of  grace, 

When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  (hall  fee, 
And  ftand  before  his  face  ? 

7  O  !  could  you  fhun  that  dreadful  fight, 
Ho iv  would  you  wim  to  fly 

To  the  dark  fhades  of  endlefs  night 

From  that  ali-fearching  eye. 
* 
S  But  death  and  hell  muft  all  appear, 

And  you  among  them  ftand  ; 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 

Arraign'd  at  Chrift's  right  hand. 
9  No  yearning  bowels'  pity  then, 

Shall  not  affeft  my  heart  ; 
No,  I  fhall  furely  fay  amen, 

WThen  Chrift  bids  you  depart. 

io  Let  not  thefe  warnings  be  in  vain  ; 

But  lend  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
Left  you  fhould  meet  them  all  again, 

When  wrapt  in  keen  defpain 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  it 

VIII.  The  Soldier  cf  the  Crofs, 

AM  I  a  foldier  of  the  Crofs, 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Why  mould  I  fear  to  own  his  caufe, 
Or  biufh  to  fpeak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Muft  I  not  flem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  us  unto  God  ? 

3  Should  I  be  carry'd  to  the  Ikies, 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  eafe  ? 

While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize. 
And  fail  through  bloody  feas  ? 

4  Yes,  I  muft  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
Increafe  my  courage,  Lord, 

To  bear  the  crofs,  endure  the  fhame, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  faints  all  in  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer  tho'  they  die  ; 

They  fee  a  triumph  from  afar, 
And  fee  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illuftrious  day  fhall  rife, 
And  all  thy  armies  mine 

With  robes  of  vicYry  thro*  the  fkies, 
The  glory  fhall  be  thine. 

IX.  A  true  Cbrijiian's  experience, 

COME  all  ye  faints  and  finners  near, 
Come  lift'n  a  while  and  you  fhall  heaf 
The  wonders  of  Almighty  grace, 
Which  fet  me  free  to  fing  his  praife. 

2  One  glorious  Jefus,  from  the  fky, 
He  faid  to  me  as  he  pafs'd  by, 
Awake,  arife,  depart  and  fly, 

Go  hence,  or  you  will  furely  die. 

3  Mine  eyes  he  open'd  to  behold 
The  wonders  I  have  never  told  ; 
Heaven  and  hell  I  thought  I  faw, 
And  my  poor  foul  in  ruin  lay, 

4  I  heard  of  Jefus  who  they  fay 
Could  wafh  a  Tinner's  fins  away  ; 


12  DIVINE   HYMNS,  ok 

But  how  to  find  him  I  did  not  know, 
Nor  how  to  meet  with  him  below. 

5  My  fleili  did  war  againft  my  foul, 
Temptation  did  me  much  controul  ; 
The  weeping  faints  I^could  not  flight, 
Who  fought  their  Jefus  day  and  night  : 

6  The  fcandal  of  his  crofs  I  fee, 
That  fcandal  it  would  fall  on  me  ; 
But  ftill  I  thought  I  did  behold 

I  wanted  Jefus  more  than  gold. 

7  I  laid  me  down  to  take  my  reft, 
Bemoaning  of  my  dreadful  cafe  ; 
I  thought  I  would  for  mercy  wait 
But  then  I  fear'd  Fd  come  too  late. 

8  I  little  thought  he'd  been  fo  nigh, 
His  fpeaking  made  me  fmile  and  cry  : 
He  faid  I'm  come  to  you  my  love, 

1  have  a  place  for  you  above. 

9  This  glorious  news  I  did  believe, 
My  fins  and  forrows  did  me  leave; 
My  foul  enraptur'd  in  his  love, 

In  hopes  to  go  with  him  above, 
io  There  for  to  fet  and  fing  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 
Whilft  we  fhall  join  in  fongs  divine 
To  praife  him  all  his  faints  combine. 
X.     An  Evening  Hymn. 

THE  day  is  pall  and  gone, 
The  evening  lhades  appear  j 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  reft  ; 

So  death  will  foon  difrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  pofTcfs, 

3  Lord,  keep  us  fafe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 

May  Angels  guard  us  while  we  fleep, 
'Till  morning  light  appears* 

4  And  if  we  early  rife. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 
And  view  th'  unweary'd  fun, 
May  we  fet  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  paft, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bofom  reft, 

The  bofom  of  thy  love. 

XL     A  Hymn  for  Young  Converts: 

METHINKS  I  hear  my  Saviour  call, 
His  pleafant  voice  doth  fay, 
•'  From  tents  of  eafe  and  fin  and  thrall, 
My  fair  one  come  away." 

2  God's  fpirit  doth  his  faints  adorn 
Like  clutters  on  the  vine  ; 

O  'tis  a  bright  and  glorious  morn, 
To  fee  their  graces  mine. 

3  Dear  Saviour  here  I  panting  lie, 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ; 

0  Lord  I  pray  do  not  deny 
A  vifit  of  thy  grace. 

4  Dear  Saviour  come,  fweet  Jefus  come, 
I  long  to  hear  thy  voice  ; 

Jefus  ride  on,  thy  pow'r  affume 
And  make  thy  faints  rejoice. 

5  How  long  (hall  that  bright  hour  delay  ? 
When  will  my  Lord  appear  I 

1  long  to  fee  that  happy  day 

When  Jefus  will  draw  near. 

6  O  how  I  long  to  take  my  flight, 
My  foul  is  on  the  wing  ; 

I  long  to  fee  my  heart's  delight, 
And  be  with  Chrift  my  King. 

7  Moft  gracious  King  I  love  thy  name, 
I  long  for  to  adore, 

I  long  to  found  thy  gracious  fame 

Upon  the  blifsful  fhcre. 
S  The^  let  my  foul  abforbed  be, 

.While  God  dofh-^me  furround  ; 

.     B 


14  DIVINE   HYMNS,  ok. 

As  a  fmall  drop  in  the  vaft  fea 
Is  loft  and  can't  be  found. 

9  I  long  thy  coming  to  behold, 

Then  mail  thy  faints  adore  ; 
My  ardent  wifhes  can't  be  told, 

So  I  can  fay  no  more. 

XII.     The  Heavenly  Jerufakm. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  forrow  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  mall  I  fee  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  ftone, 
Moft  glor'ous  to  behold  ; 

Thy  gates  are  richly  fet  with  pearl, 
Thy  ftreets  are  pav'd  with  Gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleafant  green, 
My  ftudy  long  have  been  ; 

Such  fparkling  light,  by  human  fight 
Has  never  yet  been  feen. 

4  If  heav'n  be  thus,  glor'ous  Lord, 
Why  mould  I  ftay  from  thence, 

What  folly  'tis  that  I  mould  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  I 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  gracej 
And  caufe  me  to  afcend 

Where  congregation  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  fabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jefus  my  love  to  glory's  .gone, 
Him  will  I  go  and  fee, 

And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  foon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 
I  leave  you  in  God's  care  ; 

Aad  if  I  never  more  fee  you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

There  we  fhall  meet  and  no  more  part, 

And  heav'n  mail  ring  with  praife, 
While  Jefus'  love  in  every  heart 

Shall  tune  the  fong  free  grace. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run. 

Our  fong  mail  ftill  go  on  ; 
To  praife  the  father  and  the  fon, 

And  fpirit  three  in  one. 
jo  When  we've  been  there  ten  thoufand  years 

Bright  mining  as  the  fan, 
We've  no  lefs  days  to  fing  God's  praife 

Than  when  we  firit  began. 

XIII.     The  Heavenly  Lover, 

HE  dies,  theheav'nly  lover  dies, 
The  tidings  ftrike  a  doleful  found ; 
On  my  poor  heart -firings  deep  he  lies, 
In  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground. 

2  Come  faints  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
On  the  dear  bofom  of  your  God  ; 

He  fried  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 
A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ; 

But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  I  fee, 
Jefus  the  dead  revives  again. 

4  The  rifing  God  forfakes  his  tomb, 
Up  to  his  father's  court  he  flies, 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  fkies. 

5  Then  children's  children,  praife  your  God, 
Tho'  now  in  forrow  much  bow'd  down  ; 

You  foon  fhall  walk  the  golden  ftreets 
Where  you  will  wear  a  ftarry  crown. 

6  We'll  praife  King  jefus  thro*  the  fkies, 
Sing  glory,  glory  round  the  throne, 

We'll  mount  aloft  on  eagles  wings, 
We'll  take  our  flight  and  flee  away. 

7  I'm  glad  I  ever  faw  the  day, 

We  met  to  preach  and  fing  and  pray  ; 
There's  glory,  glory  in  my  foul, 

This  makes  me  praife  my  Lord  fo  bold. 
2  I  hope  to  praife  him  when  I  die 

And  fhout  falvaticn  as  I  fly ; 

B    2 


16  D  IVINE   HTMN  S,  or 

Sing  glory,  glory  thro'  the  air, 
Meet  all  my  father's  children  there. 

9  There  on  Mount  Zion  I  mall  ftand, 
Crown  on  my  head,  and  harp  in  hand  ; . 

There  fpend  a  long  eternity 

In  praifing  on  the  heavenly  key, 
XIV.      Chriji's  Invitation. 

COME,    brethren  and  fitters   that   love    my 
dear  Lord, 
I  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word  ; 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy  !  behold  now  I  fee, 
What  a  tender  kind  Saviour  has   done  for  poor 
me. 

2  I  was  led  by  the  devil  'till  loft  and  diftrefs'd, 
I  tho't  that  in  torments  I  foon  mould  be  caft ; 
No  peace  to  the  wicked  but  all  mifery, 

'Till  by  faith  I  faw  Jefus  hang  bleeding  for  me. 

3  Oh  finner  faid  Jefus,  for  you  I  have  dy'd, 
All  glory  to  Jefus,  my  foul  then  reply'd  : 
The  guilt  was  remov'd,  my  foul  did  rejoice, 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witnefs  and  voice. 

4  On  my  low  bending  knees  before  God  I  did 
fall, 

All  glory  to  Jefus,  for  he's  all  and  all  ; 
The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  burfted  in  twain, 
To  fee  my  dear  Jefus  on  Calvary  fiain. 

5  There  was  peace  now   in  heaven,  and  peace 
upon  earth, 

The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  finner's  birth  ; 
Your  fins  are  forgiven  my  Saviour  did  fay, 
Oh  witnefs  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birth  day. 

6  My  foul   it   was  humbled,  I   fell   to   the 
ground, 
The  time  of  refrefhing  at  length  I  have  found, 
Oh  Lord,  thou  haft   ravifh'd   my  foul  with  thy 

charms, 
Let  me  die  like  Simeon, with  Chrift  in  my  arms. 
XV.      Chripan  utider  Darknefs, 

HOW  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 
When  Jefus  no  longer  I  fee  ; 


SP  IRITJJAL    SONGS.  if 

Sweet  profpe&s,  fweet  birds  and  fvveet  flow'rs 
Have  loft  all  their  fweetnefs  to  me. 

2  The  mid-fummer  fun  mines  but  dim, 
The  fields  ftrivein  vain  to  look  gay  ; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December  is  pleafant  as  May. 

3  His  name  yields  the  richeft  perfume, 
And  fweeter  than  mufic  his  voice  ; 

His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

4  I  mould  view  him  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wilh  or  to  fear  ; 

No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fummer  would  laft  all  the  year, 

5  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleafure  refign  ; 

No  changes  of  feafon  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind, 

6  While  blefs'd  with  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 
A  palace  of  joy  would  appear, 

And  prifons  would  palaces  prove 
If  Jefus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  Lord  if  I  indeed  now  am  thine 
And  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  fong, 

Say  why  do  I  languifh  and  pine, 
And  why  is  my  winter  fo  long  ? 

8  O  drive  thofe  dark  clouds  from  the  fky, 
Thy  foul  cheering  prefence  reftore, 

Gr  take  nae  unto  thee  on  high 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

XVI.  The  peace  of  a  young  Chrijlian*  s  life  &  death, 

BLEST  door  of  blifs  to  weary  faints, 
Thou  art,  grim  death,  become  ; 
Secur'd  as  in  a  cabinet, 

Their  dull:  is  in  the  tomb. 
z  By  death  they  enter  to  thofe  joys 
Prepar'd  for  them  above ; 
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ift  DIVINE    HTMNS,  or 

There  they  are  everfwallow'd  up 
In  endlefs  life  and  love. 

3  O  !  there  they  fee  as  they  are  feen, 
With  clear,  unclouded  views ; 

O  !  there  they  hear  of  nothing  elfe, 
But  joyful,  glorious  news. 

4  Anthems  of  joy  and  praife  are  there, 
With  hallelujahs  Tung  : 

Who  would  be  fond  of  this  vain  world, 
This  drofs,  this  dirJr,  this  dung  ? 

5  The  faints  forever  do  behold, 
Their  deareft  Jefus'  face  ; 

There  always  they  admiring  are 
Eternal  boundlefs  grace. 

6  They're  in  the  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
In  heav'n  eternally 

They  dwell,  and  with  the  rays  of  Chrift 
They  mine  moft  glorioufly. 

7  They're  freed  from  labour,  forrow,  fin, 
From  cumbrance,  peril,  pain  ; 

Then  we  (hall  find  whate'er  we  did 
For  Chrift,  was  not  in  vain. 

8  Now  heav'n's  work  is  here  begun, 
The  work  of  finging  praife —  , 

The  work  and  will  of  God  in  Chrift, 
Which  there  will  laft  always. 

XVII.      The  Weary  Traveller. 

COME  all  ye  weary  travelers, 
Now  let  us  join  and  fing 
The  etferlafting  praifes 

Of  Jefus  our  great  King. 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tirefome  'tis  true  ; 
But  fee  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  thfoUj 

2  At  firft  when  Jefus  found  us, 

He  cali'd  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  fin. 


SF,tJtvJi  so.vos. 

3  With  forrow  we  confels. 
Wetave  had  long  to wander. 

Inadarkwildernefs;         a.nted 
Where  we  might  long  "<• 

In,  hat  enchanted  ground, 
Butnowandthenacluftr 
Of  pleafant  grapes  we  found. 

The  nleafant  fruits  of  Canaan 
^^andjoy.andpeace- 

Revive  our  ^/-f^' fncreafe- 

And  love  and  itrengui 
To  confefs  our  Lord  and  Matter, 

And  run  at  his  command, 

And  baften  on  our  journey 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

-With  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience 

5  We're  made  for  to  rejoice, 
And  Jefus  and  his  people 
Forever  are  our  choice, 
In  peace  and  confolation 
We  now  are  going  on 
The  nleafing  road  to  Canaan, 
T  Where  Jefus  Chrift  is  gone. 
6  Sinners,  why  ftand  ye  idle, 

While  we  do  marc.n  along  , 

HaYconfcience  never  told  you 

That  you  are  going  wrong, 

To  bear  an  endlefs  cune  - 
Forfake  your  ways  of  finning, 
And  come  and  go  with  us. 
'        7  ButifyouwiUrefufeit, 
7  We  bid  you  all  farewel ; 

And  you  the  road  to  hell, 


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2°  DIVINE   HYMNS 

We'd  rather  you  would  "' 

TnVfya,b,eedinSSavUr' 
And  fee  the  waters  flow 

SNow.o.heKingm,™^, 

Be  everlaftmg  praife 
for  .n  his  hol/fervice 

io  praife  redeeming  J0ve 

NorS^^t/rSr^ 
No  groans  to  mi^  »hh  tli  r  P  3Ce  '' 

-  No  midnigh r  fW.  u„r„  ?g  ?pofe  : 

^weit^^^ntisi^', 
^-etheftadesoftaw^' 

«epuSrafefromev'ryr?n 
4Whenourworfc0flife;sp:lft( 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  21 

O  !  receive  us  then  at  laft  ; 
Labor  then  will  all  be  o'er, 
Night  of  fin  will  be  no  more. 

XX.     A  Hymn  for  Baptifm. 

COME  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come  and  obey  his  facred  word  ; 
He  dy'd  and  rofe  again  for  you  ; 
"What  more  could  a  Redeemer  do. 

2  We  to  this  place  are  come  to  ihow> 
What  we  to  boundlefs  mercy  owe, 
The  Saviour's  footfteps  to  explore, 
And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 

3  Eternal  fpirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
On  thefe  baptifmal  waters  move  ; 
That  we  thro'  energy  divine, 

May  have  the  fubffcance  with  the  fign. 

XXI.     On  the  fwiftnefs  of  Time. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 
Fly  rapid  like  the  whirling  fpheres, 
Around  the  fteady  pole  ; 
Time  like  a  tide  its  motion  keeps, 
'Till  I  mall  launch  thofe  boundlefs  deeps, 
Where  endlefs  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  feen, 
How  fwift  the  moments  pafs  between, 

And  whifper  as  they  fly, 
Unthinking  man  remember  this, 
Thou  'midft  thy  fublunary  blifs, 

Mud  groan  and  gafp  and  die. 

3  My  foul  attend  the  folemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  muft  quickly  falla 

And  thou  mult  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vaft  extenfive  blue, 
To  love  and  fmg  as  angles  do, 

Or  fink  in  endlefs  night. 

4  Eternal  blifs,  eternal  woe 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath  : 
The  God  of  nature  only  knows, 


22  DIVINE   IirMNS,OK 

Whether  another  year  (hall  clofe 
Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

5  Long  ere  the  fun  mall  run  its  round 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  filence  rot  : 
Alas  !  one  hour  may  clofe  the  fcenc, 
And  ere  twelve  months  may  roll  between 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

6  But  fhall  my  foul  be  then  extincl;, 
Ann'  ceafe  to  live  or  ceafe  to  think  ? 

It  cannot — cannot  be  ; 
Thou,  my  immortal  cannot  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly 

When  death  mail  fet  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  its  arm  extend  ? 
Will  Jefus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place  ? 
Or  mail  infulting  fiends  appear, 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  defpair, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  thefe  alone, , 
Beyond  this  mortal  life  are  known  — 

There  is  no  middle  ftate  ; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  O  !  do  not  pafs  this  life  in  dreams, 
Vaft  is  the  change  whate'er  it  feems 

To  poor  unthinking  men  ; 
Lord,  at  thy  footftool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  confcience  tell  me  plainly  now 

What  it  will  tell  me  then. 

io  If  in  deduction's  road  I  (tray, 
Help  me  to  chufe  that  better  way 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive* 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 
Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 


S  P  IR  1TUAL    SONGS.  z3 

XXII.     A  pro/pea  ofChrifis  Church. 

BEHOLD  a  lovely  vine, 
Here  in  this  defart  ground  ; 
The  Jjloflbms  moot  and  promife  fruit, 
And  tender  grapes  are  found. 

2  Its  circling  branches  rife, 

And  made  the  neighb'ring  land  ; 
With  lovely  charms  fhe  fpreads  her  arms, 
With  clufters  in  her  hands. 

3  This  city  can't  be  hid, 
It's  built  upon  an  hill  : 

The  dazzling  light,  it  mines  fo  bright 
It  doth  the  vallies  fill. 

4  Ye  trees  which  lofty  frand, 
And  ftars  with  fparkling  light— 

Ye  chriftians  hear,  both  far  and  near, 
'Tis  joy  to  fee  the  fight. 

5  Ye  infedte,  feeble  race, 
And  fifh  that  glide  the  ftream— 

Ye  birds  that  fly  fecure  on  high, 
Repeat  the  joyful  theme. 

6  Ye  beafts  that  feed  at  home, 
Or  roam  the  vallies  round, 

With  lofty  voice- proclaim  the  joys, 
And  join  the  pleafant  found. 

7  Shall  feeble  nature  fing, 
And  man  not  join  the  lays  ? 

O  may  their  throats  be  fwell'd  with  notes, 
And  fill'd  with  fongs  of  praife. 

8  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
For  his  redeeming  grace  ; 

The  blefled  Dove  came  from  above, 
To  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 

X XIII .     The  Chrijlian's  invitation  fef  determination* 

COME  now  poor  finners,  mare  apart, 
And  give  theblefTed  Chrift  your  heart,; 
Come,  we  will  take  you  by  the  h?.nd9 
Come,  go  with  us  to  Canaan's  land. 
z  Leave  all  your  carnal  loves  and  toys. 


24  DIVINE    HTMNS,  oil 

And  feek  with  us  thofe  folid  joys ; 
For  foon  in  glory  we  fiiall  rife, 
And  there  enjoy  the  lafting  prize. 

3  But  if  with  us  ye  will  not  go, 
And  feek  this  Jefus  for  to  know  ; 
Then  we  muft  bid  you  all  adieu, 
For  by  his  grace  we'll  him  purfue. 

XXIV.     The  Prejfure  of  Sin, 

OTHAT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone— 
O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit, 
At  Jefus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefus'  feet. 

2  When  mall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  fee  ? 

Weary,  O  Lord,  thou  know'ft  I  am, 
Yet  ftill  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

3  Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  ; 
Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  (lamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4  I  would  (but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r) 
My  heart  were  from  its  fins  releas'd  : 

0  let  me  fee  that  happy  hour, 

'Twill  fill  my  foul  with  heav'nly  peace. 

5  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  (inner  cheer, 
Let  not  my  Jefus  long  delay, 

Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  I  pray. 

XXV.     tfhe  returning  Penitent's  Petition, 

WEARY  of  Struggling  with  my  pain, 
Hopelefs  to  burft  my  nature's  chain, 
Hardly  I  give  the  conteft  o'er, 

1  feek  to  free  myfelf  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  laft  I  ceafe— 
God  that  creates  muft  feal  my  peace  : 
Fruitlefs  my  toil  and  vain  my  care,  . 
And  all  my  fitnefs  is  defpair. 

3  Lord,  I  defpair  myfelf  to  heal, 
I  fee  my  (in  but  cannot  feel  ; 


S  P  IRITUAL    SONGS. 

I  cannot,  till  thy  fpirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obed'ent  waters  flow. 

4  'Tis  thine,  a  heart  of  fiefti  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 

Here  then  to  thee  I  all  refign  ; 
To  draw,  redeem  and  feal  is  thine. 

5  With  fimple  truth  to  thee  I  call, 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all ; 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool — 

1  wait  the  word  that  fpeaks  me  whole. 

6  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  ficknefs  cure, 
Make  my  infe&ed  nature  pure  ; 

Peace,  right'oufnefs  and  joy  impart, 
And  pour  thyfelf  into  my  heart. 

XXVL     Hymn  for  Baptifm. 

LET  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice, 
And  facred  anthems  raife, 
To  Father  Son  and  Holy  Ghcft, 
For  free  and  fov'reign  grace. 

2  Behold  the  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Defcending  from  above, 

To  bring  the  earthly  Grangers  home, 
Upon  the  wings  of  love. 

3  O  may  our  fouls  rejoice, 
His  precepts  to  obey, 

Who  to  fulfil  all  righteoufnefs, 
Mark'd  out  the  humble  way. 

4  Thus  Jefus  did  defcend, 
Into  the  liquid  ftream  ; 

Which  teaches  finners  not  to  fcorn, 
What  him  fo  well  became. 

5  O  may  we  then  march  on, 
Nor  fear  what  men.  fhall  fay  ; 

Deny  ourfelves  and  take  our  crofs, 
Since  Jefus  leads  the  way. 

6  We  dare  no  longer  ftand 
As  neuters  to  thy  caufe  \ 

C 


6  DIVINE   HTMNS.oil 
But  by  the  help  of  grace  we'll  yield 

Obedience  to  thy  laws. 

7  Into  the  watry  tomb, 
We  cheerfully  defcend, 

In  token  of  our  faith  and  love, 
To  our  celeft'al  friend. 

8  Lord  mee:  us  here,  this  day, 
Who  come  to  do  thy  will: 

Grant  us  thy  prefence,  rieareft  Lord, 
Thy  promis'd  grace  fulfil. 

9  Defcend  O  heavenly  Dove, 
And  wing  cur  fouls  away, 

Up  to  that  bright  and  happy  fliore, 

Of  everlafting  day. 
io  This  day  I'll  make  my  choice, 

To  ferve  the  Lord  moft  high  ; 
Deny  myfelf,  take  up  the  crofs, 

And  do  it  cheerfully. 

XXVII.     Prayer. 

PRAY'R'was  appointed  to  convey 
The  bleilings  God  defign'd  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  mould  chriftians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. 

2  The  Chriftfan's  pray'r   God  indites, 
He  fpeaks  as  prompted  from  within, 

The  fpirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Chrift  receives  and  gives  it  in. 

3  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  filencelie, 

When  Chrift:  Hands  waiting  for  thy  pray'r  ? 
My  foul  thou  haft  a  friend  on  high, 
Arife  and  try  thy  intereft  there. 

4  If  pains  afflict,  if  wrongs  opprefs, 
If  cares  diftracl,  if  fears  difmay, 

If  guilt  dejecls,  if  fins  difcrefs, 
Thy  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

5  It's  prayer  fuppcrts  the  foul  that's  weak, 
Tho'  tho't  be  broken,  language  Inme, 

Pray,  if  thou  canit,  or  canft  not  fpeak, 
Cut  pray  with  faith  in  Jefus'  name. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  27 

6  Depend  on  him,  thou  can'fi:  not  fail, 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  willies  known  ; 

Fear  not,  his  merits  mutt  prevail, 
Afk  what  thou  wilt  it  (hall  be  done. 

XXVIII.     Invitation  to  Sinners. 

SINNERS  obey  the  gofpel  word, 
Hafte  to  the  iupper  of  your  Lord  : 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  tlie  father  is  to  own, 
And  kifs  his  late  returning  fon  : 
Ready  the  loving  Saviour  Hands 

And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Is  now  the  Irony  heart  to  move  ; 
T'  apply  and  witnefs  Jefus'  blood, 
And  warn  and  feal  you  fons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait 
To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eftare  ; 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praife 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  Come  then,  ye  Tinners,  to  the  Lord, 
To  happinefs  in  Chrift  reflor'd  ; 

Kls  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  cf  gofpel  grace. 

6  O  quit  this  world's  delufive  charms* 
And  quickly  fly  to  Jefus'  arms  ; 
Wreftle  until  your  God  is  known, 
'Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own, 

XXIX.     Chrift  all-SufficUnt. 

LORD,  whither  mall  I  flee, 
That  I  may  be  fecure, 
The  law  proclaims  ceftruclion  near, 
And  thunders  round  me  roar. 

2  My  guilty  confcience  fpeaks, 

And  tells  me  of  my  crime  ; 
How  foolifh  I  have  fpent  my  days, 

And  wafted  all  my  time. 
C  2 


28  DIVINE    HTMNS,  or 

3  And  fatan  he  prefents 
That  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 

The  time  and  means  of  grace  are  fpent, 
And  I  have  loft  my  day. 

4  Now  horrors  feize  my  mind, 
With  darknefs  and  defpair, 

I  mufi  be  driv'n  from  earth  to  hell, 
To  where  the  damned  are. 

5  Thefe  thoughts  diftrefs  my  mind, 
And  I  am  fill'd  with  fear, 

While  I  am  held  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 

6  If  I  continue  here 

I  furely  (hall  be  loft, 
If  I  go  back  to  fin  again 

Damnation  will  be  juft.  % 

7  I'll  rifk  my  'ternal  all — 
I'll  proftrateon  the  ground, 

Dear  Jefus,  for  one  fov 'reign  word, 
To  heal  my  mortal  wound. 

8  Unto  thy  feet  I  fall, 

And  fov'reign  mercy  crave  ; 
Dear  Jefus,  thou,  and  thou  alone, 
Art  able  for  to  fave. 

9  And  whilft  the  Lord  delays, 
My  heart  begins  to  break  ; 

Yet  fuddenly  fome  joys  I  feel, 
1  hear  a  Saviour  fpeak. 

io  "  Cheer  up,  for  I  have  dy'd, 
"  My  precious  blood  is  fpilt  ; 

"  Behold  my  flowing  crimfon  ft  ream, 
"  To  warn  away  your  guilt." 

1 1   My  fears  and  grief  and  guilt 

Did  inftantly  depart, 
Strange  and  furprifingly  I  felt, 

Wrapt  in  my  Saviour's  heart. 

2   Strangely  my  ftate  waschang'd, 
And  1  began  to  fing, 


SP  I  RITUAL    SONGS.  z9 

All  glory  to  the  God  of  love, 
Who  doth  fuch  fweetnefs  bring ; 

13  I'll  praife  thee  while  I  live — 

I'll  praife  thee  when  I  die — 
I'll  praife  thee  when  I  rife  again, 

And  to  eternity. 

XXX.      The  Chrifiian's  Enquiry. 

J'-^TTMS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

J[        Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the    Lord  or  no, 
Am  I  his,  cr  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  frame  ? 
Hardly  fure  can  they  be  worfe, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name, 

3  Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  talk  and  burden  prove, 

Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 
All  is  darknefs,  vain  and  wild  5 

Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fin, 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 

You  that  love  the  Lord  indeecf, 
Tell  me— is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  ftubborn  will, 
Find  my  fin,  a  grief  and  thrall  : 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Should  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 
Choofe  the  way  I  once  ahhor'd,-— 

Find  at  times  the  promife  fweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord  decide  this  doubtful  cafe, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  lun, 

C  < 


3o  DIVINE    HTMN  $,  on 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  indeed  it  be  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more— 

If  I  love  at  all  I'll  pray  : 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  this  day. 

XXXI.      Hymn  to  clofe  Public  Worfhip. 

DISMISS  us  with  thy  bleffing  Lord, 
Kelp  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amifs  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Tho'  we  are  evil,  thou  art  good  ; 
Wafh  all  our  works  in  Jems'  blood  ; 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  foul  releafe, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

3  O  !  let  a  lafting  union  join 

My  foul  to  Chrift  the  living  vine  ; 
And  faints  below  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  fpirit  and  his  love. 

XXXII,     the  Judgment  Hymn. 

THE  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
That  awful  fcene  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 
Decree'd  from  all  eternity. 

2  But  O  my  foul,  reflect  and  wonder  ! 
That  awful  fcene  is  drawing  near, 

When  you  mall  fee  that  great  tranfaclien, 
When  Chrifi  in  judgment  ihall  appear. 

3  See  nature  Hand  all  in  amazement, 
To  hear  the  1  ail:  loud  trumpet  foand, 

Arife  ye  dead  and  come  to  judgment  ! 
Ye  nations  of  this  world  around. 

4  Loud  thunder  rumbling  through  the  concave, 
Biiglit  forked  lightnings  part  the  Ikies  ; 

The  heavVs  a  making,  the  earth  a  quaking, 
The  gloomy  fight  attracts  mine  eves. 

5  The  orbit  lamps  all  veil'd  in  faccloth, 
No  more  their  mining  circuits  run  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  3I 

The  wheel  of  time  flops  in  a  moment : 
Eternal  things  are  now  begun. 

6  Huge  mofly  rocks  and  tow'ring  mountains, 
Over  their  tumbling  bafis  roar  : 

The  raging  ocean  all  in  commotion 
Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  fhore. 

7  Green  turfy  grave- yards  and  tombs  of  marble 
Give  up  their  dead  both  fmall  and  great  ; 

See  the  whole  world  both  faints  and  fmners, 
Are  coming  to  the  judgment  feat. 

8  See  Jefus  on  the  throne  of  juftice 
Come  thund'ring  down  the  parted Jkies, 

With  countlefs  armies  of  fhining  angels 
With  Hallelujahs,  fhout  for  joy. 

9  Bright  fhining  dreams    from   his   awful   pre- 

fence, 
His  face  ten  thoufand  funs  outfhine  ; 
Behold  him  coming  in  povv'r  and  glory, 
To  meet  him  all  his  faints  combine. 

10  Go  forth  ye   heralds  with  fpeed  like   light- 

Call  in  my  faints  from  diftant  lands, 
Thofe  that  my  blood  from  hell  have  ranfom'd, 
Whofe  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  ftand. 

1 1  O  come  ye  blefTed  of  my  father, 
The  purchafecf  my  dying  love  ; 

Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 

12  For  your  dear  fouls  which  have  continued 
With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 

I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  reign  with  me  forevermore. 

13  There's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water, 
Noficknefsv-pain,  nor  death  to  fear  ; 

No  forrows,  %hing,  no  tears  nor  weeping 
Shall  ever  have  admittance  here. 

14  But  how  will  Tinners  (land  and  tremble, 
When  juftice  calls  them  to  the  bar  ; 


^oftthfttvetbfe^0od: 

^dcru£i/7.dthfS^ffiercy> 

^  never  more  to  hope  forTetf. 
18  Lome  finners,  here's  a  &5H.V  i 

Return  to  Jefus  while  ^u'^'."'^"'"^ 
For  he  ,s  ready  to  forgive  you,     '  ' 
0reM»>™muftd?partVay. 

GREAT  hL^XHIW  Gaifi^mi. 

Tothegro^d^^^P'^ 

And  car,  we  remain  U„wo0„deV 
.V-nweJcnow'!Wasa!lfored;s? 

3  On  the  crofs  thy  body  broken 

Cancels  ev'ry  penaI  ,'      r°Keu 
remptedf01,^pr0duce^t0t 

All  demands  to  (uh[y 

4A:iisfini(h'u,<Jonotdoubt;t 

"  A  ,      '  "  ,nore  about  it 

O-lytahehimathisvvoVd. 
J  Lord  we  fain  would  truft  the-  fota, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  ; 

6  Thou  haft  borne  the  bitter  fentence 

Paft  on  man's  devoted  race  ; — 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Are  thy  gifts,  thou  God  of  grace. 

XXXIV.     The  true  Penitent. 

HARK  !  hear  the  found  on  earth  is  found, 
My  foul  delights  to  hear 
Of  dying  love,  that's  from  above, 
Of  pardon  bought  fo  dear. 

2  God's  minifters  like  flames  of  fire 
Are  paffing  thro'  the  land  ; 

The  voice  is  "  hear,  repent  and  fear, 
"  King  Jefus  is  at  hand." 

3  God's  char'ots  they  no  longer  flay, 
They're  mounted  on  the  truth  ; 

The  faints  in  pray'r,  cry,  "Lord  draw  near  5 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth." 

4  Young  converts  ling  and  praife  their  King, 
And  blefs  God's  holy  name  : 

Whilft  older  faints,  true  penitents, 
Rejoice  to  join  the  theme. 

5  God  grant  a  fhow'r  of  his  great  pow'r, 
On  every  aching  heart, 

Who  fincerely  to  God  do  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 

6  Come  lovely  youth  embrace  the  truth, 
Agree  with  one  accord, 

And  ufe  your  tongues  while  you  are  young, 
In  praifing  of  the  Lord. 

XXXV.     A  Hymn  for  young  Converts. 

WHEN  converts  firft  begin  to  fing, 
Their  happy  fouls  are  on  the  wing  ; 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Chrift  above. 

2  With  admiration  they  behold, 
The  love  of  Chrift  that  can't  be  told, 
They  view  themfelves  upon  the  more, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  feel  themfelves  quite  free  from  pain, 


D  I  FINE    HTMNS,  or 

And  think  their  enemies  are  flain, 
They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
And  fatan  is  caft  down  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  old  faints  don't  fing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring— 
Ring  with  melodious  joyful  found, 
Becaufe  a  prodigal  is  found. 

5  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  fouls  begin  to  reel, 

They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
For  they  are  bound  in  fatan's  chain. 

6  The  morning  that  did  mine  fo  bright, 
Is  turned  to  the  fbades  of  night  ; 
Their  hearts  that  did  with  mufic  fing 
Are  now  untun'din  ev'ry  firing. 

7  Oh  1  foolifh  child,  why  didft  thou  boafi: 
Jn  the  enlargement  of  the  cocfl:  r 

Why  didft  thou  think  to  fly  aw2y 
Before  thou  leav'ft  this  feeble  clay  ? 

8  Come  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field, 
Come  gird  on  harnefs,  (word  and  fhield, 
Stand  fail  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
And  foon  the  vicYry  you  fliall  win. 

9  When  fatan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
Then  meet  him  with  thefe  bleffed  lines— 
For  Chrift  our  Lord  has  fwept  the  field, 
And  we're  determin'd  not  to  yield. 

XXXVI,      Cbriji's  invitation  to  bis  Spcufe. 

ARISE  my  dear  love,  my  undefiPd  dove, 
1  hear  my  dear  Jefus  to  fay, 
The  winter  is  part,  the  fpring's  come  at  laft, 
iove,  my  dove,  come  away. 

2  The  earth  that  is  green,  is  fair  to  be  feen, 
The  little  birds  chirping  do  fay  — 

That  they,  do  rejoice  in  each  other's  voice, 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

3  All  fowling  in  love,  the  young  turtle  dove, 
The  flowers  appearing  in  May, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  35 

All  fpeak  forth  the  praife  of  th'  Ancient  of  Days, 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

4  Come  away  from  th'  world's  cares,  thofe  trou- 

blefome  fnares, 
That  follow  you  night  and  by  day — 
That  you  may  be  free  from  the  troubles  that  be» 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

5  Come  'way   from   all  fears  that  troubles   you 

here, 
Come  into  my  arms  he  doth  fay,  [fear, 

That  you  may  be  clear   from   the   troubles    you 
My  lovej-  my  dove,  come  away. 

6  Come  'way  from  all  pride,  from  that  raging 

tide 
That  makes  you  fall  out  by  the  way — 
Come  learn  to  be  meek  and  your  Jefus  feek, 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

7  As  t'  you  that  are  old,  and   whofe  hearts  are 

grown  cold, 
Your  Jefus  inviting  doth  fay — 
That  he's  heard  your  cries  in  the  north  countries, 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

8  As  to  you  that  are  young,  your  hearts  they  are 

ftrong, 
Your  Jefus  invites  you  away  ; 
From  Antichrift's  charms  to   your  Jefus'    kind 

arms, 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

9  And  as  to  the  youth   who  have  known   the 

truth, 
Whofe  hearts  they  have  led  you  aftray— 
Come  hear  to  his   voice   and   your   hearts   mall 
rejoice, 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

10  My  dear  children  all  come  hear  to  my  call, 
Behold  I  ftand  knocking  and  fay — 

My  head's  wet  with  dew  my  children  for  you. 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  aw 

11  My  fellings  are  kill'd,  my 


56  DIVINE    HYMNS,  or 

My  maidens  attending  doth  fay — 
There's  wine  on  the  lees,  as  much  as  you  pleafe, 

My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

12  Come  travel  the  road  that  leads  you  to  God, 

For  it  is  a  bright  fhining  way — 
Come  run  up  and  down,  my  errands  upon, 

My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 
XXXVII,     The   Union. 

FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arife. 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ? 
It  fattens  our  fouls  in  fuch  ties, 

That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradife  loft  ; 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jems'  dear  blood  it  did  coft. 

3  My  friends  are  fo  near  unto  me, 
Our  hearts  all  united  in  love  ; 

Where  Jefus  is  gone  we  fhall  be 
In  yonder  bleft  manfions  above. 

4  O  !  why  then  fo  loth  for  to  part, 
Since  we  fhall  ere  long  meet  again, 

Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  diftance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  fhall  fee  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

Leaving  thefe  vile  bodies  of  clay, 
United  with  Jefus  in  love. 

6  With  Jefus  we  ever  fhall  reign, 
And  all  his  bright  glory  fhall  fee, 

Singing  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Amen,  even  fo  let  it  be. 

XXXVIII.      Chrifs  Refurreaion.  , 

CHRIST  our  Lord  is  rifen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  way— 
Who  fo  lately  on  the  cvofs, 
Suffer'd  to  redeem  cur  lofs.  "  ' 

2  In  our  pafchal  joys  and  feaft, 
Let  the  Lord  of  life  be  blcft, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  37 

Let  the  Holy  Three    be  prais'd, 
And  to  heav'n  our  fongs  be  rais'd. 

3  cChrift  our  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
Chrift  our  light,  our  life,  our  way, 
The  object  of  our  love  and  faith, 
Who  by  dying  conquer'd  death. 

.4  The  holy  Martyrs  early  came 
To  weep  o'er  their  Saviour's  tomb  ; 
Two  bright  angels  did  appear, 
Who  faid,  Jefus  is  not  here. 

5  Where  is  he  ?  O  tell  us  where, 
His  bleff'd  refidence  declare, 
Jefus  feek  among  the  dead, 

Far  from  thefe  dark  regions  fled. 

6  Firft  the  facred  place  behold 
That  did  your  dear  Lord  unfold— 
Blefs  your  eyes  and  raife  your  voice, 
In  fongs  of  praife  we'll  rejoice. 

7  Hafte  ye  females  from  the  fight, 
Make  to  Gallilee  your  flight, 

And  to  his  difciples  fay, 
Jefus  Chrift  is  ris'n  to  day. 

8  Heralds  of  our  joys  to  you, 
Grateful  thanks  and  love  is  due, 
With  fongs  to  God,  and  praifes  high, 
We'll  together  magnify. 

9  The  crofs  is  paft,  the  crown  is  won, 
The  ranfom  paid,  and  death's  fling's  gone  ; 
Let  us  feaft,  and  fing,  and  fay, 

Jefus  Chrift  is  ris'n  to-day. 

XXXIX.      Chrifs  Sufferings.    ' 

THRO'OUT  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace 
Nothing  but  fhame  and  deep  difgrace, 
No  per'od  elfe  was  feen, 
'Till  he  a  fpotlefs  vidim  fell,. 
Tailing  in  foul  a  painful  helJ, 
Caus'd  by  the  creature  fin. 
2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  fee 


38  DinNE  HTMNS,  c* 

My  Jefus  kneel  and  pray  for 'me  ; 

For  this  I'll  him  adore  ; 
Se'z'd  with  a  chilly  fweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  paffage  out 

Thro'  ev'ry  opening  pore. 

3  A  f'rown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  with  lafhes  all  was  tore, 

Till  one  the  bones  might  fee  ! 
Mocking  they  pufh'd  him  here  and  there, 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Prefs'd  by  fin's  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  heavy  came, 

Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their  game, 

At  length  his  crofs  they  rear  ; 
And  can  you  fee  the  mighty  God 
Cry  out  beneath  fin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear  ? 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  with  anguifh  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  fhudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  decline, 
The  mourning  fun  refus'd  to  fhine 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout,  brethren,  fhout  with  fongs  divine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirft  ; 
Seraphs  adyanceyour  voices  high'r, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 

To  praife  your  precious  Chrift. 
XL.     On  Bapiifm, 

IN  the  Lord's  word  left  on  record, 
Expreflly  it  is  faid, 
They  did  repair  where  folemn  pray'r 
Was  wont  for  to  be  made. 

2  In  pleafure  fweet  here  we  do  meet, 

Down  by  the  water  fide, 
And  here  we  ftand  by  ChrifVs  command. 

To  wait  upon  his  bride. 

Now  we  will  fing  to  Chrift  our  King, 

Our  fouls  fhall  give  him  than  ks, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS, 

Who  came  to  Jordan  unto  John, 
And  went  down  Jordan's  banks. 

4  With  one  accord  we'll  blefs  the  Lord, 
Who  in  his  word  doth  fay, 

That  he  that  dy'd,  he  was  baptis'd, 
And  marked  out  the  way. 

5  Now  we  do  tell  our  friends  farewell 
To  practice  his  commands  ; 

It  is  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 
The  way  to  Canaan's  land, . 

6  Our  King  did  (land  and  give  command. 
Who  fent  his  fervants  forth, 

To  call  to  all  of  Adam's  fall, 
They  went  from  fouth  to  north. 

7  Ye  (inners  all  come  hear  the  call, 
His  loving  truth  embrace, 

That  you  may  ftand  on  Canaan's  land 

And  fee  him  face  to  face'. 
&  That  all  may  join,  in  hearts  combine^ 

And  lift  his  name  on  high  ; 
That  all  may  ling  to  Chrift  our  King, 

A  long  eternity. 

XLI«     A  Son's  Faretvd. 

I  HEAR  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
An  organ  I  fhall  be, 
For  to  found  forth  redeeming  love, 
And  fmner's  mifery. 

2  Honor'd  parents  fare  you  well, 
My  Jefus  doth  me  call, 

I  leave  you  here  with  God  until 
I  meet  you  once  for  all. 

3  My  due  affections  I'll  forfake, 
My  parents  and  their  houfe, 

And  to  the  wildernefs  betake, 
To  pay  the  Lord  my  vows. 

4  Then  I'll  forfake  my  chiefeft  mates 
That  nature  could  afford, 

D  z 


40  DIVINE    HTMN  S,  or 

And  wear  the  fhield  into  the  field, 
To  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

5  Then  through  the  wildernefs  I'll  run, 
Preaching  the  gofpel  free  ; 

O  be  not  anxious  for  your  fon, 
The  Lord  will  comfort  me. 

6  And  if  through  preaching  I  mall  gain 
True  fubjecls  to  my  Lord, 

'Twill  more  than  recompence  my  pain, 
To  fee  them  love  the  Lord. 

7  My  foul  doth  wifli  mount  Zion  well, 
What'er  becomes  of  me  ; 

There  my  beft  friends  and  kindred  dwell, 
And  there   I  long  to  be. 

XLII.     Hymn  for  the  Lord's  Supper. 

JESUS  once  for  finners  flain, 
Erom  the  dead  was  rais'd  again, 
And  in  heav'n  is  now  fat  down, 
With  his  Father  on  the  throne  : 

2  There  he  reigns  a  King  fupreme, 
We  fhall  alfo  reign  with  him  ; 
Feeble  fouls,  be  not  difmay'd, 
Truft  in  his  almighty  aid. 

3  He  has  made  an  end  of  fin, 

And  his  blood  has  wafh'd  us  clean  ; 

Fear  not,  he  is  ever  near, 

Now,  e'en  now  he's  with  us  here. 

4  Thus  affembling,  we  by  faith, 
'Till. he  come,  (how  forth  his  death  : 
Of  his  body  bread's  the  fign, 
And  we  drink  his  blood  in  wine. 

5  Bread  thus  broken  aptly  mews, 
How  his  body  God  did  bruife  ; 
When  the  grape's  rich  blood  we  fee, 
Lord,  we  then  remember  thee. 

6  Saints  on  earth,  and  faints  above, 
Celebrate  his  dying  love  ; 
And  let  ev'ry  ranfom'd  foul, 
Sound  his  praife  from  pole  to  pole. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  41 

XLIII.     Come  and  ivelco?ne  to  Jefus  Cbriji. 

COME  ye  finners  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  Tick  and  fore, 
Jefus  ready  ftands  to  fave  you, 

Full  of  pity,  join'd  with  pow'r. 
He  is  able,  he  is  able,  he  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  \  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify, 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh  ; 
Without  money,  without  money,  without  money, 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  5 

All  the  fitnefs  he  requires, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ;  [gives  you. 

This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you/  this  he 
'Tis  the  fpirit's  rifing  beam. 

4  Come  ye  weary  heavy  laden* 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall  ; 

If  yOu  tarry  'till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all  ;  [righteous, 

Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous,  not  the 
Sinners,  Jefus  came  to  call. 

5  View  him  grov'ling  in  the  garden, 
Lo,  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  1 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finifh'd,  it  is  fininVd,  it  is  finiih'd 
Sinners,  will  not  this  fufHce  ? 

6  Lo,  th'  incarnate  God  afcended, 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 

Let  no  other  truft  intrude  ; 
None  but  Jefus,  none  but  Jefus,  none,  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  finners  good. 
j  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 

n  * 


42  DIVINE    HYMNS,  ok 

While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heav'n 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Sinners  here  may  Ting  the  fame. 

XLIV.     The  condefcending  Love  and  Mercy  of  God 
in  fallen  mans  redemption, 

GOD's  pow'r  and  wifdom  is  difplay'd 
In  ev'ry  thing  his  hands  have  made  ; 
But  more  his  mercy  and  his  grace, 
In  faving  fallen  Adam's  race. 

2  The  matchlefs  grace  and  love  of  God, 
Appears  in  (hedding  of  his  blood, 

For  poor  apoftate  Adam's  feed, 
Was  condefcending  love  indeed. 

3  How  could  th'  Lord,  the  great  Creator 
Confent  t*  be  a  feeble  creature, 

And  leave  his  glorious  realms  of  blifs, 
To  fojourn  in  this  wildernefs  ? 

'4  That  God  who  heav'n  and  earth  did  frame, 
Who  counts  the  ftars  and  calls,  their  name, 
He  for  our  fokes  did  ftoop  fo  far, 
As  to  become  a  carpenter. 

5  He  veil'd  his  Godhead  with  our  flefh, 
And  underwent  a  human  birth  ; 

Full  thirty  years  both  night  and  day, 
He  bore  our  heavy  load  of  day. 

6  O  1  was  not  this  a  heav'n's  wonder, 
He  fuffer'd  wearinefs  and  hunger  ? 

In  all  the  works  his  hands  had  made, 
Could  find  no  where  to  lay  his  head. 

7  But  this  was  nothing  what  he  felt, 
He  hore  our  load  of  fin  and  guilt  ; 
By  imputation  he  was  then 

The  greateft  firmer  of  all  men. 

8  Methinks  I  heard  his  Father  fay 

"  The  utmoft  farthing  you  (kail  pay  ; 
*f  My  injur'd  juflice  mult  have  right, 
i:  I  can't  abate  one  fingle  mite. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  43 

9  "  Since  you  efpoufe  the  Tinner's  caufe, 
"  You  mult  fulfil  my  righteous  laws  ; 

*'  Altho'  you  are  my  darling  Son, 
"  I  will  have  right  and  juftice  done." 

10  Hark  !  how  the  Saviour  then  reply'd  ; 
"  Since  juftice  muft  be  fatisfy'd  ; 

"  I  am  your  molt  obedient  Son  ; 
"  My  father  let  thy  will  be  done  ! 

1 1  "  I  give  myfelf  into  thy  hands, 
<(  Let  juftice  have  its  full  demands  ; 
"  If  all  my  blood  will  pay  the  debt, 

"  Man  fha'n't  be  loft  for  want  of  that. 

12  "  If  that  my  life  will  but  atone  - . 
tf  For  the  offence  that  man  has  done, 
••'  I  freely  will  refign  my  breath 

c*  To  fave  their  precious  fouls  from  death." 

13  Amidft  his  forrows  for  a  fpace, 
His  Father  hid  his  fmiling  face, 
Which  did  extort  fuch  bitter  cries 
As  fill'd  all  nature  with  furprife. 

14  Thofe  piercing  words  Eli,  Eli, 
Like  wife  Lama  Sabachthini  ! 
Which  our  expiring  Lord  did  fpeak, 
They  made  the  univerfe  to  make. 

15  Well  might  the  fun  its  glory  veil, 
And  ev'ry  thing  in  nature  fail 

And  blufti,  had  they  but  eyes  to  fee 
Their  Maker  hanging  on  a  tree. 

16  What  adamantine  hearts  of  ftone 
Could  hear  our  Saviour's  dying  groan, 
And  not  lament  in  any  ihape, 
Except  fome  harden'd  reprobate  ? 

17  How  could  the  fpotlefs  Lamb  of  God 
Confent  to  (pill  his  precious  blood 

To  fave  a  ftubborn  guilty  wretch  ? 
>Twas  love  indeed  without  a  match  I 

18  O  !  what  is  fin  ?  that  fpawn  of  hell, 
lis  dreadful  nature  who  can  tell  ? 


44  DIVINE    HTMNS,  or 

No  man  on  earth,  nor  Gabriel's  tongue, 
Can  e'er  exprefs  what  fin  has  done. 

19  God's  grace  and  love  to  fallen  man, 
Our  human  reach  can  never  fcan  ! 
An  angel's  tongue  can  fay  no  more, 
It  is  a  fea  without  a  more. 
zo  Arife  ye  ftupid  fouls  and  view 
What  your  dear  Lord  has  done  for  you  ; 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  your  days 
In  ftriving  to  advance  his  praife. 

21  The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  too, 
All  praife  and  honor  is  their  due, 
From  fpotlefs  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  human  creatures  ev'ry  one. 

XLV.     The  truly  enlightened  foul  in  the  'valley  of 

humiliation,  humbly  refigmd  at  the  foot  of  a  So<v§reig?i 

God. 
*~Y~ *HE  man  that  views  his  guilt  and  fin 

X        With  clear  enlight'ned  eyes, 
He  fees  how  vile  a  wretch  he's  been, 

And  down  in  duft  he  lies. 

2  With  humble,  low  fubmiflion  'tis 
His  foul  is  brought  to  fay, 

That  God  the  fov'reign  potter  is, 
And  he  but  worthlefs  clay. 

3  His  views  are  juft  and  adequate, 
He  fees  it  would  be  right 

If  God  mould  fix  his  future  ftate 
In  black,  eternal  night. 

4  He  gives  it  in  both  free  and  frank, 
His  all  he  then  refigns, 

He's  willing  now  to  fign  a  blank, 
And  God  mould  write  the  lines. 

5  But  yet  he  can't  defpair  of  grace, 
He  wrefties  with  his  God, 

And  begs  his  precious  foul  might  tafte 
The  merits  of  his  blood. 

6  He  pleads  the  merits  of  the  Lamb, 

u.l  might  live  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  45 

He  can't  be  willing  to  be  damn'd, 
Such  language  he  doth  give  ; 

7  "  The  fouls  condemn'd  to  endlefs  flames 
"  Blafpheme  the  God  above, 

"  While  heav'nly  faints  on  higheft  ftrains, 
(S  Do  praife  redeeming  love. 

8  ««  Should  I  be  doom'd  to  endlefs  woe* 
"  To  burn  forevermore, 

•■  'Twould  never  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
"  Nor  cancel  all  the  fcore. 

9  "  Ten  million  years  in  fire  and  fmoke! 
*<  Amidft  the  livid  flame, 

te  Will  ga:n  no  credit  on  thy  book, 
(t  The  debt  is  ftili  the  fame. 

10  <f  But  if  by  Chrift  my  ioul  is  freed* 
"  He  will  my  furety  ftand, 

'*  And  ev'ry  mite  will  then  be  paid, 
tc  Which  juftice  can  demand. 

11  "  if  fuch  a  brand  of  fire  as  I 

<f  Should  now  be  pluck 'd  from  hell, 
((  How  would  the  winged  feraphs  fly, 
t(  Such  bleffed  news  to  tell. 

12  *'  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
*'  What  glory  would  redound  ? 

"  How  would  the  fpotlefs  heav'nly  hoft, 
"  Their  golden  trumpets  found  ? 

13  "  Muft  I  defpair  of  future  blifs, 
"  And  fo  withdraw  my  fuit  ? 

<{  No,  God  forbid,  fmce  mercy  is 
"  Thy  darling  attribute. 

14  "  My  ardent  cries  fhall  ftill  afcend 
*f  While  I  have  pow'r  to  fpeak, 

<e  And  if  I  perifh  in  the  end, 
"  I'll  die  beneath  thy  feet." 

15  The  man  that's  brought  to  fuch  a  cafe, 
God  won't  his  fuit  deny  ; 

But  he  will  give  him  faving  grace, 
And  lift  his  foul  on  high. 

1 6  The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 


46  D1FI  NE   HYMNS,  or. 

All  glory  is  their  due, 
From  beings  far  above  the  fun, 
And  human  creatures  too* 

XL VT.     Views  cf  Heavenly  Glory. 

NO  pen  can  write  that  fweet  delight, 
Nor  human  tongue  exprefs  ; 
There's  none  believes,  nor  can  conceive 
That  joy  and  happinefs. 

2  That  great  degree  now  fhewn  to  me, 
Of  future  joy  and  peace  ; 

When  they're  reveal'd  and  not  conceal'd^ 
My  life  doth  almoft  ceafe. 

3  Eternal  fongs  of  praife  belong 
To  Chrifi:  my  Saviour  dear  ; 

And  I  muft  fing  to  Chrift  my  King, 
And  honor  him  with  fear. 

4  When  I  fit  down  to  view  that  crown 
Laid  up  for  me  above, 

To  meditate  and  contemplate  » 
On  God's  eternal  love — 

5  My  foul  doth  leap  to  think  how  deep 
My  Saviour's  love  hath  been  ; 

I'm  carri'd  out  in  thoughts  devout, 
On  things  that  are  unfeen. 

6  This  real  view  appears  fo  true, 
That  Jefus  is  the  man 

That  did  agree  with  God  for  me, 
Before  the  world  began. 

7  Lord  when  fhall  we  like  angels  be, 
And  travel  through  the  air  ; 

And  all  thy  hoft  travel  this  coaft, 
And  rrieet  together  there  ? 

XL VII.     A  profpeti  of  Heaven. 

WHEN  God  on  high  ihall  magnify 
His  everlafting  love  ; 
And  fend  for  me  to  let  me  fee 

My  heritage  above— 
2  Then  I  fhall  rife  above  the  ikies, 
In  praifing  God  with  fongs  ; 


S  PIRITUJL    SONGS.  47 

The  Seraphs  they'll  fhew  us  the  way, 
Where  all  the  angels  throng. 

3  Then  I  £hall  mine  in  light  divine, 
More  than  the  morning  fair, 

The  Father,  Sonr  and  Spirit  one, 
And  I'm  a  chofen  heir. 

4  There  fee  and  feel  what  they'll  reveal, 
With  pleafure  and  delight  ; 

Then  furely  they'll  their  joys  unveil, 
And  treafures  infinite. 

XLVIII.     Continued. 

LORD,  when  (hall  we  mount  up  to  th  ee 
Upon  the  wings  of  grace, 
And  fee  thy  bright  and  lilly  white, 
And  ruddy,  rofy  face — 

z  And  be  fo  near  that  we  can  hear 

Thy  ravifhing  fweet  voice, 
And  talk  with  thee  forever  free, 

And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 

3  And  dwell  above  in  flames  of  love, 
Where  heart  and  all  mall  melt — 

Where  love  like  ftreams  and  light  like  beams, 
Through  ages  mail  be  felt. 

4  Where  thou  art  ken  and  I  (hall  lean 
Forever  on  thy  breaft, 

And  dwell  above  in  flames  of  love, 
And  be  thy  heav'nly  gueft. 

5  Where  heart  and  mind  {hall  all  be  join'd 
With  thoufands  round  the  throne, 

And  mall  unite  in  fweet  delight, 
That  now  is  quite  unknown. 

6  In  that  bright  place  where  we  thy  face 
Shall  fee  in  glory  mine, 

And  drink  new  wine  frefh  from  the  vine, 
And  be  forever  thine. 

7  Amen,  amen,  the  angels  cry. 
Salvation  is  his  due  ; 

And  we  thro'  all  eternity, 
His  praifes  mail  renew. 


4S  DIVINE    HTMNS,  of 

XLIX.     Continued. 

WHEN  we  fhall  fly  above  the  fky, 
On  wings  like  Noah's  dove  ; 
And  go  from  hence  to  thofe  immenfe 
Tranfporting  joys  above. 

2  Then  the  bridegroom  will  give  us  room, 
And  feats  in  heaven's  courts  ; 

To  feaft  on  love  with  him  above, 
In  ravifhing  tranfports. 

3  There's  glorious  hofts  and  fpotlefs  ghofb, 
Which  guard  my  Saviour's  throne  ; 

And  thoufands  more  who  kneel  before, 
Whole  numbers  can't  be  known. 

4  Each  feraphim  that  is  within, 
Has  fix  bright  glitt'ring  wings  ; 

Flying  on  twain  while  four  remain 
For  veils  and  coverings. 

5  There's  feasof  glafs  whofe  beauties  pafs 
The  glories  of  the  fun  ; 

And  ftreets  of  gold  there  to  behold, 
As  bright  as  any  one. 

6  There  we  fhall  fee  that  fruitful  tree, 
Which  bears  twelve  times  a  year, 

Whofe  lovely  fruit  fo  fweetly  fuits 
All  heav'n's  guefts  for  cheer. 

7  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghoft, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 

L.     Continued. 

MY  heart  is  there,  I've  no  elfewhere, 
I  feel  thofe  drops  diftill  ; 

1  long  to  fly  to  Chrift  on  high, 

And  there  to  drink  my  fill. 

2  And  there  abide,  where  rivers  glide, 
And  hear  the  angels  fmg  ;. 

And  join  myfelf  in  their  behalf,  \ 

Thus  to  adore  my  King, 


SP  1RITUAL    SONGS.  49 

3  When  I  at  length  get  grace  and  ftrength 
To  ftrika  thofe  heav'nly  notes, 

I'll  praife  him  too  as  angels  do, 
With  their  fweet  warbling  throats, 

4  Amen,  amen  the  angels  cry, 
Salvation  is  his  due, 

And  we  thro'  all  eternity, 
His  praifes  will  renew. 

LI.     God's  Love  to  bis  Saints. 

MY  God  above  with  fmiles  of  love, 
And  blifsful  words  will  fay, 
•'  Thofe  faints  of  mine  did  once  incline 
■ '  From  my  commands  to  ftray  : 

2  "  But  Chrift  my  Son,  my  only  one, 
•'  Was  wounded  for  their  fins  ; 

"  So  for  his  fake  I'll  pity  take, 
M  And  make  them  welcome  in. 

3  *e  I'll  make  them  heirs  and  give  them  mares, 
"And  they  (hall  live  with  me  ; 

<!  I'll  give  them  crowns  inftead  of  frowns, 
"  And  joys  eternally." 

4  I  have  a  robe  above  this  globe, 
Which  Jefus  gav-e  fa  me  ; 

'Tis  clean  and  white,  it's  pure  and  bright, 
And  thus  his  gift  was  free. 

5  It  cod  him  dear,  but  he  was  freer 
Than  I  was  to  receive  ; 

And  he's  got  more  laid  upln  ftore, 
For  all  that  will  believe. 

6  Jf  any  thofe  mould  want  to  know 
Where  Jefus  gave  me  this, 

And  afk  if  he  elected  me, 
Then  I  could  tell  them  yes. 

7  If  Chrift  made  known  unto  his  own, 
What  they'll  recede  at  death, 

There's  not  a  faint  but  what  would  faint, 
And  breathe  their  dying  breath. 
K 


5o  DIVINE    HYMNS,  or. 

LII.     Longings  for  Heaven  and  Glory, 

JESUS  I  third  and  go  I  muft, 
I  long  to  be  above  ; 

1  long  to  fing  to  Chrift  my  king,«j 

Where  oceans  flow  with  love. 

2  Ye  happy  fouls  that  always  roll 
In  love  and  joy  and  peace, 

Which  always  run  through  God's  dear  Son, 
Whofelove  will  never  ceafe. 

3  You're  bleft  I  fay,  and  you  fhall  ftay 
With  Jefus  Chrift  above  ; 

And  always  fwim  along  with  him, 
In  oceans  Full  of  love. 

4  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

Giory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghoft, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 

LIIL      Invitations  to  bold  out  to  the  end. 
/TY  children  dear,  you  now  appear 
^j[     Like  blcfToms  on  the  trees  ; 
But  you  may  blaft  and  die  afc4aft, 
And  wither  by  degrees, , 

2  You  fet  out  well,  but  lef  me'.tell 
You  not  to  run  too  faft, 

Left  you  fnould  mifs  of  endlefs  blifs, 
And  happlnefs  at  laft. 

3  You  know  that  then  five  out  often, 
Of  virgins  did  prove  fools  ; 

Why  may  not  you  be  found  io  too, 
If  you  take  up  their  rules  ? 

kpow  full  well,  no  tongue  can  tell 
number  Chrift  will  free  ; 
re's  but  few  to  what  that  crew, 
jamned  fouls  will  be. 

5   Come  let  us  cry  in  agony, 

And  call  on  God  aloud  ; 
Left  we  get  there  in  black  defpair, 

Among  the  damned  croud — 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  Sl 

6  Where  devils  are  in  black  defpair, 
A  burning  in  the  fire — 

Where  they  muft  lie  eternally, 
And  never  rife  no  high'r. 

7  How  can  you  try  fo  willingly, 
To  caufe  God's  love  to  ceafe  ; 

And  (light  his  grace  in  fuch  a  cafe, 
Of  your  eternal  peace. 

8  How  can  you  bear  to  take  your  fhare 
In  God's  eternal  wrath  ; 

And  there  to  roar  forever  more, 
Through  your  indulgent  floth. 

9  Ifyouinfift  ftill  to  refill, 
His  curfe  mail  on  you  fall, 

Anathema,  Maranatha, 
The  Lord  declares  to  all. 

LI V.     The  Saint's  happine/s. 

SURE  God  will  fay  my  children  flay, 
Here's  all  that  you  defire  ; 
Come  drink  your  fill  juffc  when  you  will, 
What  more  can  you  defire, 

2  O  bleffed  day  when  God  mall  fay, 
"  You  are  my  chofen  one  ; 

"  It  was  for  you  a  chofen  few, 
"  Coft  my  beloved  fon." 

3  They  have  defir'd  and  have  enquired, 
How  God's  love  came  fo  vaft  ; 

But  they  may  pry  eternally, 
And  lofe  their  aim  at  laft. 

4  Lord,  when  fhall  we  like  angels  be, 
And  travel  thro'  the  air ; 

And  all  thy  hoft  travel  this  coaft, 

And  meet  together  there  ? 
LV.      The  Soul  in  the  exercife  of  Faith. 

YOU  faints  of  light  that  mine  fo  bright,. 
Above  the  lofty  fkies, 
Come  fing  aloud  fince  you're  endow'd  • 
.  With  holy  exercife. 
2  My  foul  doth  long  to  fing  a  fong, 
Unto  my  Lord  above  5 
E2 


S2  D  IFINE  HTMN  S,  or 

And  there  uojre  in  fweet  delight, 
With  all  the  faints  in  love  : 

3  And  fpend  away  eternal  day, 
In  lofty  fongs  of  praife  ; 

And  thus  engage  throughout  the  age 
Of  everlafting  days. 

4  When  I  get  grace  and  ftrength  of  face 
To  ftrike  thofe  heav'nly  notes, 

I'll  praife  him  too  as  angels  do, 
With  their  fweet  warbling  threats. 

LVT.     Cbri^s  coming  to  ^Judgment. 

WHEN  Chrift  fliall  rend  from  end  to  end 
The  regions  of  the  air  ; 
And  fplit  the  fkies  in  twain  likewife, 
Then  he'll  himfelt  appear. 

2  Then  he'll  appear  a  drawing  near 
In  armies  broad  and  long  ; 

In  rank  and  file  ten  thoufand  miles 
Methioks  I  fee  them  throng. 

3  Then  he  will  tell  the  arch  angel 
To  blow  the  trumpet  loud, 

That  all  may  hear,  both  far  and  near, 
And  then  you'll  fee  them  round. 

4  Then  he  will  call  both  great  and  fmall,. 
The  beggar  and  the  drudge  ; 

The  high,  the  low,  the  poor  alfo, 
To  come  before  the  Judge. 

5  The  fheep  mail  itand  at  his  right  hand, 
But  goats  on  his  left  fide  ; 

Then  he  will  call  both  great  and  ftnall 
To  have  their  cafes  try'd. 

6  Then  he  will  fay  "  depart  away, 
"  Ye  goats  go  down  to  hell, 

".  And  wander  there  in  black  defpair, 
"  And  bid  all  hopes  farewel." 

7  But  to  the  reft,  "  come  up  ye  bleft," 
My  fweet  Redeemer '11  fay, 

<l  And  dwell  on  high  with  God  and  I, 
And  fing  my  praife  for  aye," 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  S3 

LVII.      The  Lo-ve  of  Chrift  to  his  Saints. 

NOW  who  are  they  who  dare  to  fay, 
I've  been  too  kind  to  thefe  ; 
A  right  I  have  to  damn  or  fave, 
If  men  will  not  believe. 

2  Thofe  robes  they  wear  that  mine  fo  fair, 
And  dazzle  like  the  fun, 

I've  kept  above  wrapt  up  in  love  ; 
And  angels  ne'er  had  one. 

3  Dear  faints,  but  I  was  forc'd  to  die, 
.  Or  you  muft  naked  gone  ; 

They're  made  for  you,  I  know  they'll  do, 
For  I  have  try'd  them  on. 

4  Lord,  when  fha!l  we  like  angels  be, 
And  travel  thro'  the  air  ; 

And  all  thy  holt  travel  this  coaft, 
And  meet  together  there. 

LVIII.     At  the  meeting  of  Friends. 

WELL  met,  dear  friends,  in  Jefus'  name, 
Come,  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Saviour's  praife  proclaim, 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

2  But  O  !  dear  Jefus,  Lamb  of  God, 
Send  down  the  heav'nly  dove, 

Kis  graces  to  difFufe  abroad, 
To  warm  our  hearts  with  love.   . 

3  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 
Except  thy  face  we  fee  ; 

Thy  prefence  makes  a  heav'n  mod  fweet, 
Whene'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  A  dungeon  (hews  a  heav'nly  dawn, 
When  there  with  thee  we  dwell  ; 

Bur  when  thy  prefence  is  withdrawn, 
A  palace  proves  a  hell, 

5  Then  O  !  dear  Jefus,  condefcend 
To  meet  us  with  a  frnile  ;. 

Thy  fpii  it's  quick'ning  infl'ence  fend, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile — 


54  DIVINE  HYMNS,  or. 

6  That  at  the  clofe  each  one  may:  fay, 

"  We  meet  not  here  in  vain  ; 
"  For  we  have  tafted  heav'n  to-day, 

*■  Nor  could  we  more  contain," 

LIX.     At  parting  of  Friends* 

LORD  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace  \ 
Thy  fmiles  are  Co  divinely  fweet, 
We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  But  Father  fince  it  is  thy  will, 
That  we  muft  part  again  ; 

Yet  let  thy  fpecial  prefence  ftill, 
With  ev'ry  one  remain. 

3  And  let  us  all  in  Chrift  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 

Till  we  before  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyful  meet  above. 

4  There  void  of  all  diftracling  pains, 
Our  fpirits  ne'er  fhall  tire  ; 

But  in  feraphic,  endlefs  drains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

5  All  fin  and  forrow  from  each  heart, 
Shall  then  forever  fly  ; 

Nor  fhall  a  thought  that  we  muft  part, 
Once  interrupt  our  joy. 

6  And  thus  to  all  eternity, 
Upon  the  heav'nly  more, 

The  great  myfterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah  we'll  adore. 

LX.     Another, 

NOW,  Lord,  tho'  w^  muft  part  awhile, 
Upon  the  facred  road  ; 
Yet  let  thy  face  upon  us  fmile, 
And  keep  us  clofe  to  God. 

2  And  if  again  on  earth  we  meet, 

Lord  let  us  meet  with  thee  ; 
And  let  thy  gracious  prefence  fweet 

From  bondaee  fet  us  free. 


SP  IR  ITUAL    SONGS.  5S 

3  This,  only  this  we  humbly  crave 
While  earth  is  our  abode  ; 

That  we  with  Chrift  and  faints  may  hive 
Communion  on  the  road, 

4  For  fince  our  fellowftiip  below* 
Affords  fuch  joy  and  love, 

We  long  its  full  extent  to  know, 

When  we  mail  meet  above. 
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5  And  Lord,  let  this  excite  us  on, 
To  keep  the  narrow  way  ; 

Till  we  mail  meet  around  thy  throne, 
.  To  fpend  an  endlefs  day. 

6  Celeftial  Dove,  our  fouis  infpire, 
Maintain  this  flame  of  love  ; 

Till  we  (hall  meet  that  glor'ous  choir, 
Of  worfliippers  above. 

LXI.     Advice  to  Toutht  from  Ecc!.  xii. 

NOW  is  the  time,  O  lovely  youth, 
To  think  on  your  Creator  God  ; 
Attend  the  words  of  facred  truth, 
While  in  the  days  of  youthful  blood. 

2  This  is  the  only  way  to  find, 

The  paths  of  peace  and  endlefs  joy— 
The  way  to  ftore  your  youthful  mind 
With  pleafure  that  will  never  cloy. 

3  But  if  you  foolifhly  delay, 

And  hearken  to  the  tempter's  breath, 
To  walk  in  the  deftru&ive  way, 

Till  age  comes  on,  or  fudden  death,— 

4  O  think  what  dreadful  rifk  you  run — 
You  hazard  your  immortal  foul, 

To  be  eternally  undone, 

And  plung'd  where  endlefs  forrows  rolL 

5  Behold  the  wretch  advanc'd  in  years, 
And  with  his  years  grown  old  in  fin  ; 

No  more  repentance  now  appears, 
Than  when  his  life  did  firft  begin* 

6  Lo,  ftill  upon  the  horrid  brink 
Of  everlafting  wrath  he  goes  ; 


56  DIVINE   HYMNS,  ok 

Anon  with  horror  down  to  fink, 

Into  the  gulf  of  endlefs  woes. 

7  Young  Tinners  then  a  warning  take, 

Now  iin  your  precious  days  of  youth  ; 
All  flatt'ring  vanities  forfake, 

And  take  th'  advice  of  facred  truth. 

LXII.      A  Hymn  on  the  precioufnefs  of  Cbrijf* 

THE  name  of  Chrift  how  fweet  it  founds, 
How  fweet  the  mention  of  his  wounds, 
How  good,  how  excellently  good 
Is  the  dear  name  of  Jefus'  blood. 

2  What  makes  it  fo  to  me,  is  this, 
All  that's  in  Chrift  my  portion  is  ; 
I'm  his  and  fhall  forever  be, 

And  all  he  has  is  made  to  me. 

3  O  !  what  a  great  eftate  have  I, 
A  heav'n  to  all  eternity  ; 

I'm  rich,  the  Lamb  hath  made  mefo, 
Nor  can  I  greater  riches  know. 

4  O  Law  I  dread  thy  threats  no  more  ; 
My  Saviour  yonder  paid  my  fcore  ; 
His  blood,  I  know  has  blotted  all, 
The  hand  againft  me  on  the  wall. 

5  The  promifes  I  glad  look  o'er 
And  thankfully  the  Lamb  adore  ; 
For  when  he  dy'd  he  left  his  will, 
And  thefe  his  legacies  reveal'd. 

6  What  did  my   Saviour  at  his  death, 
To  me,  unworthy  me  bequeath  ; 

His  life,  his  death,     is  wounds  and  blood, 
He  left  me  when  he  went  to  God. 

7  His  new  eternal  tefiament 

I  read,  and  much  fweet  time  is  fpent, 
In  fearching  ev'ry  verfe  and  line  ; 
How  much  my  Jefus'  will  is  mine. 

8  My  dear  Tefratcr  will  I  blefs, 
While  wearing  his  pure  righi'oufnefs 
He  dy'd  and  left  me  this,  I'll  tell, 

Or    T    YiCiA    noVf*/-!    rrr\r\n.    t r\   Y\p\\ 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  $> 

9  His  facred  name  I'll  ftill  adore, 
And  praife  my  Jefus  more  and  more  ; 

My  heart,  my  tongue  his  praife  fhall  prove, 
In  earth  below  and  heav'n  above. 

10  O!  the  vaft  debt  of  love  I  owe, 
My  foul  in  time  can  ne'er  beftow  : 
Eternity,  it  has  no  bound, 

So  let  my  praife  to,  thee  be  found. 

LXiII.      On  Grace* 

HEAVENLY  thoughts  create  my  fong, 
And  let  my  foul  on- fire, 
And  glides  my  plesfing  thoughts  along, 
To  join  the  heav'niy  choir. 

2  While  traveling  thro'  this  defart  land, 
My  weary  foul  fhall  reft  ; 

Guided  by  Jefus'  gentle  hand, 
To  lean  upon  his  breaft. 

3  Here  I  will  eafe  my  burden'd  mind, 
And  tell  hi  in  all  my  grief  ; 

From  jefus'  blood  my  foul  fhall  find 
The  itreams  of  fweet  relief. 

4  I'll  lay  me  down  within  his  arms, 
And  view  his  lovely  face  ; 

As  one  o'ercome  by  fov'reign  charms, 
And  loft  in  his  embrace, 

5  Here  I  behold  with  joy  divine, 
The  fprings  of  rifing  blifs, 

And  joy,  to  fee  that  Chrift  is  mine, 
And  view  that  I  am  his. 

6  The  views  of  my  dear  bleeding  King, 
Strike  an  immortal  flame  ; 

Raptur'd  with  joy,  niy  foul  fhall  fmg 
The  praife  of  Jefus'  name— 

7  Shall  fing  like  the  redeemed  throng, 
Of  my  incarnate  God  ; 

His  love  fhall  be  my  ceafelefs  fong, 
Who  wahVd  me  in  his  blood. 

8  High  on  the  throne  my  Saviour  reigns, 
Angels  adore  my  King  ; 


58  DIVINE    HTMNS,    or 

In  lofty,  fweet  feraphic  ftrains, 
My  Saviour's  praife  they  fing. 

9  There  I'll  adore  my  dying  God, 
And  bow  before  his  face  ; 

I'll  fing  of  Jefus'  wounds  and  blood, 
And  praife  victorious  grace. 

10  Amidft  th'  eternal  facred  true— 
Among  the  ftarry  plains, 

My  foul  (hall  fing  as  angels  do, 
In  fweet  celeftial  ftrains. 

1 1  The  heav'nly  flame  (hall  ftill  afpire, 
Before  my  Saviour's  throne  ; 

His  love  (hall  feed  the  facred  fire, 

To  praife  the  Holy  One. 
LXIV.    A  Soul's  view  :  or,  partaking  of  the  Lord's 
/upper. 

THE  table  fpread,  my  foul  there  'fpies 
The  victim  bleeds,  the  Saviour  dies, 
In  anguifh  on  the  tree  ! 

1  hear  his  dying  groans  1    I  prove 
His  bleeding  heart,  his  dying  love  I 

He  dy'd,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

2  The  table's  fpread—the  royal  food 
Is  Jefus'  facred  ftefh  and  blood, 

A  feaft  of  love  divine  : 
His  bleeding  heart  1  his  dying  groans  I 
His  facred  blood  for  fin  atones—  ■ 

Atones,  my  foul,  for  thine. 

3  The  feaft  is  fpread  with  bleeding  hands, 
Bedew'd  with  blood,  and  lo,  it  Hands 

To  fill  the  hungry  mind  ; 
'Tis  free,  and  whofoever  will, 
May  feaft  his  foul  and  drink  his  fill, 

And  grace  and  glory- find. 

4  Whilft  at  the  table  fits  the  King, 
Raptur'd  with  joy,  my  foul  fhall  fing, 

With  an  immortal  flame  ; 
My  Saviour's  grace  I'll  ftill  adore, 
With  joy  I'll  love  him  more  and  more, 

And  blefs  his  facred  name. 


SP  I  RITUAL   SONGS.  59 

5  O  facred  flefh  !  O  folemn  feaft  ! 
When  Chrift  my   Lord,  the  royal  gueft, 

Is  at  his  table  found  ; 
This  adds  new  glories  to  my  joy — 
It  bids  me  fin-g  and  well  I  may, 

It  makes  my  blifs  abound. 

6  'Tis  thus  my  foul  by  faith  is  fed, 
On  angel's  food,  with  living  bread, 

And  manna  from  above — 
On  facred  fiefh,  on  dying  blood  ! 
I  feaft  'till  I  am  full  of  God, 

And  drink  the  wine  of  love, 

7  It  is  an  early  antipaft, 

Of  heav'nly  blifs  it  is  a  tafte, 

A  tafte  on  earthly  ground  ; 
If  here  fo  fweet — if  here  we  prove 
Seraphic  joy — celeftial  love, 

In  heav'n  what  will  be  found  ? 

LXV.    Redemption  found  in   Jefus,  under  the  ide& 
of  an  anchor  caji  in  a  form -Heb.   iv.  19. 

NOW  J  have  found  the  ground  wherein, 
My  foul's  fure  anchor  may  remain  ; 
The  wounds  of  Jefus  for  my  fin, 

Before  the  world's  foundation  flain, 
Whole  mercy  fhall  unfhaken  ftay. 
When  heav'n  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  Father,  thine  everlafting  grace, 
Gur  fcanty  thoughts  fbrpafles  far  ; 

Thy  heart  itill  melts  with  tendernefs— 

Thy  arms  of  love  flill  open  are, 
Returning  finners  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  tafte  and  live. 

3  By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  fea. 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy  and  reft  ; 

'Tis  here,  when  hell  affaults  I  flee, 

And  look  into  my  Saviour's  breaft  ; 
Away  fad  doubts  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

4  Tho'  waves  and  ftorms  go  o'er  my  head— 
Tho'  health  and  ftrength  and  friends  be  gone, 


6o  DIVINE   HTMNS,  ok 

Tho'  joys  be  wither'd  all  and  dead — 
Tho'  ev'jy  comfort  be  withdrawn, 
On  thee  my  /ieadfaft  foul  relies ; 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies 

5  Fix'd  on  this  ground,  I  will  remain, 
Tho'  my  heart  fail  and  flefh  decay, 

This  anchor  mail  my  foul  fuftain, 

When  earth's  foundation  melts  away  ; 
Mercy's  full  pow'r  I  then  mall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlafting  love. 

6  What  in  thy  love  pofTefs  I  not  ? 
My  ftar  by  night,  my  fun  by  day, 

My  fprings  ofli.Ne  when  parch'd  with  drought. 
My  wine  to  cheer,  my  bread  to  ftay, 

My  fhield,  my  ftrength,  my  fafe  abode, 

My  palace,  Saviour,  and  my    God. 

LXV1.      Gofpel  minifter*s  call  or  commffion.— 
From  feveral  Scriptures. 

THUS  faith  the  Lord,  your  mafter  dear, 
O  ye,  his  fervants,  whom  he  fends 
To  preach  his  gofpel,  far  and  near, 
E'en  to  the  world's  remoteft  ends. 

2  "  Go  forth  ye  heralds  in  my  name, 
"  Sweetly  the  gofpel  trumpet  found  ; 
The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 
"  Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

<f  Convince  a  world  of  finners  blind, 

"  And  fliew  them  where  their  danger  lies  ; 

The  broken  hearted  careful  bind, 

*'  And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 

"  Be  wife  as  ferpents  where  you  go, 
"  Yet  harmlefs  as  the  peaceful  dove  ; 
And  let  your  whole  deportment  fhow 
"  That  you're  commiflion'd  from  above.- 

ff  And  as  you  freely  have  receiv'd, 

"  E'en  fo  to  others  freely  give  ; 

So  mail  your  meflage  be  belie  v'd, 

"  And  many  dying  finners  live."  * 

"  Mafter,  thy  word  we  have  obey'd  , 
(Said  Chrift's  fweet  meffengers  of  pe£ce) 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  61 

ee  And  lo,  the  devils  are  difmay'd, 

"  Trembling  they  flee  before  our  face." 

7  Oh  !  if  I  had  an  angel's  voice, 

And  could  be  heard  from  pole  to  pole, 

1  would  to  all  the  lift'ning  world, 

Proclaim  thy  goodnefs  to  my  foul. 

8  O  happy  fervants  of  the  Lord, 
Who  thus  their  Matter's  will  obey  ; 

Immenfely  great  is  the  reward 
They  mall  receive  another  day, 

LXVII.     Divine  Fortitude. 

DtDST  thou,  dear  Jefus,  fuffer  fhame, 
And  bear  the  crofs  for  me  ? 
And  mail  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  difciple  be  ?  . 

2  Forbid  it  Lord  that  I  mould  dread, 
To  fuffer  ftiame  or  lofs  ; 

But  in  thy  footfteps  let  me  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  crofs. 

3  Infpire  my  foul  with  life  divine, 
And  holy  courage  bold  ; 

Let  knowledge,  faith  and  meeknefs  mine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

4  Say  to  my  foul,  why  doft  thou  fear 
The  face  of  feeble  man  ? 

Behold  thy  heav'nly  Captain's  here, 
Before  thee  in  the  van. 

5  O  how  my  foul  would  up  and  run, 
At  this  reviving  word  ; 

Nor  any  painful  fuff'rings  fhun, 
To  follow  thee,  my  Lord. 

6  For  this  let  men  reproach,  defame> 
And  call  me  what  they  will  ;. 

Lo,  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 
And  be  thy  fervant  ftill. 

7  To  thee  I  cheerfully  fubmit, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  refigff  ; 

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62  DIVINE    IirMNS,o^ 

Let  wifdom  point  out  what  is  fir, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

Pause. 
t  I'll  cheerfully  take  up  the  crofs, 

And  follow  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
Submit  to  tortures,  (hame  and  lofs, 

At  thy  commanding  word, 

9  But  this  I  promife  to  fulfil, 
■  Through  thy  afiifting  grace, 
For  I'm  pow'rlefs,  and  a  weak  will 
I  mud  with  ihame  confefs. 

io  But  let  thy  grace  fufficient  be, 

In  ev'ry  time  of  need  ; 
Then  Lord,  I'll  boldly  fight  for  thee, 

And  ev'ry  time  fucceed. 

L XVIII.     The  Rich  Provifton  of  the  GejptU 

JESUS,  thy  bleffings  are  not  few, 
Nor  is  thy  gofpel  weak  ; 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  ftubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  fatan's  rage, 
Does  thy  falvation  flow  ; 

It's  not  confin'd  to  fex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  offer'd  to  the  prince, 
The  poor  may  take  their  (hare  ; 

No  mortal  has  a  juft  pretence, 
To  perifli  in  defpair. 

4  Come,  all  ye  wretched  Tinners,  come, 
He'll  form  your  fouls  anew  ; 

His  gofpel  and  his  heart  has  room 
For  rebels,  fuch  as  you. 

5  His  doclrine  is  Almighty  love  ; 
There's  virtue  in  his  name, 

To  turn  a  raven  to  a  dove— ■ 
The  lion  to  a  lamb. 

6  O  could  we  raiie  a  long  of  praife, 
Half  equal  to  his  love  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  6} 

The  heav'ns  would  ring  while  we  fhould  fing, 
Thro'  all  the  courts  above. 

LXIX.      The  Pilgrim'i  Song. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  you  journey  fweetly  fing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  your  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happinefs  fliall  fee. 

3  Oh  !  ye  banifh'd  feed  be  glad, 
Chrift  our  Advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  lave,  our  flefh  aftumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

4  Shout  ye  \\it\e  flocks  and  blefs ; 
You  on  Jefus'  arms  fhali  reft  ; 
There  your  ieat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There's  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  O  !  ye  brethren,  joyful  ftand, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jefus  Chrift,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undifmay'd  go  on, 

6  Lord,  obed'ently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  fiill  will  follow  thee. 

LXX.     Celeftial  Watering. 

SAVIOUR,  vifit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us,  Lord  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  diffolution, 
Unlefs  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  diftance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 

Left  for  want  of  thy  afliftance, 
Ev'ry  plant  will  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely  once  the  garden  flourifh'd, 
Ev'ry  plant  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 

F   2 


64  DIVINE    HTMNS,ok 

There  thy  word  our  fpirits  nourifti'd, 
Happy  feafons  we  have  feen. 

4  But  a  drought  has  fince  fucceeded, 
And  a  fad  decline  we  fee  ; 

Lord  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Where  are  thofe  we  counted  leaders, 
Fir'd  with  zeal  and  love  and  truth  ; 

Old  profeflbrs,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 

6  Some  in  whom  our  fouls  delighted  ; 
We  fhall  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  fingle  leaf  they  mow. 

7  Younger  plants  to  fight  how  pleafant, 
Cover'd  thick  with  bloffoms  flood  ; 

But  they  caufe  us  grief  at  prefent, 
Froft  has  nip'd  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Deareft  Saviour,  haften  hither, 
Thou  canft  make  them  bloom  again  ; 

O  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

9  Let  our  mut'al  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'r  ; 

Let  each  one  efteem  thy  fervant, 

And  fhun  th'  world's  bewitching  fnare. 

io  Break-  the  tempter *s  fatal  pow'r, 
Turn  the  ftony  hearts  to  flefh  ; 

And  now  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afrefli. 

LXXL     Wonders  of  Redeeming  Love. 

ONOW  begin  thy  heav'nly  theme, 
Come  fing  aloud  in  Jems'  name, 
Come  you  who  Jefus'  kindnefs  prove, 
Come  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Come  you,  alas  !  whoe'er  have  been 
The  willing  flaves  of  death  and  fin  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Gome  now  from  blifs  no  longer  rove,    • 
Stop,  flop  and  tafte  redeeming  love. 

3  Come  mourning  fouls  dry  up  your  tears, 
And  banifh  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 
And  fee  the  guilt  fecure  remov'd, 
'Tis  cancel'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4.  Come  welcome  all  by  fin  oppreft, 
Come  welcome  to  this  (acred  reft  : 
There's  nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  true  redeeming  love. 

5  'Tis  he  fubdues  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
And  his  tremendous  foes  are  oars  ; 
Our  foes  are  from  his  empire  drove, 
He's  mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

6  Come  hiiher  and  your  mufic  bring, 
Come  ftrike  aloud  your  joyful  firing  ; 
Come  mortals  join  the  praife  above  ; 
He's  mighty  in  redeeming  love, 

7  Come  you  who  live  in  Babylon, 
Come  hear  the  voice  of  Chrift  the  Son  ; 
Arife  my  fair  one  and  my  dove, 

O  come  and  tafte  redeeming  love. 

8  The  angels  that  before  him  ftand, 
They  go  and  come  at  his  command  j 
Tho'  they  are  feated  high  above, 
Never  will  tafte  redeeming  love. 

9  O  furely  happy  now  they  be, 
Our  God  and  Chrift  they  daily  fee, 
They  all  in  mining  ranks  there  move, 
But  ne'er  will  fmg  redeeming  love. 

io  O  ye  bright  angels  it  is  true, 
That  I  fhall  furely  out- do  you  ; 
When  I  fhall  reign  with  him  above, 
Then  I  fhall  fing  redeeming  love. 

'  LXXII,      <t hi  fair  Man/tons.     ' 

WE  in  this  tabernacle  mourn, 
For  immortality  ; 

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66  DIVINE    HrMNS,OK 

Burden'd  with  fin  we  daily  groan, 
And  long  to  be  fet  free, 

2  We  view  this  world  not  as  our  home, 
But  fojourn  in  a  vale  ; 

We  feek  a  city  yet  to  come, 
Where  joy  mall  never  fail. 

3  We  have  an  houfe  above  the  iky, 
In  heav'n's  tmmeafur'd  fpace  ; 

Where  we  mail  dwell  eternally, 
To  fee  our  Saviour's  face. 

4  Roll  on,  roll  on  our  peaceful  years, 
And  bring  our  fouls  to  reft  ; 

Where  troubles  end,  and  doubts  and  fears, 
No  more  difturb  our  breaft. 

5  Then  fhall  we  bid  a  long  farewel 
To  all  thofe  fleeting  things  ; 

Our  ctay  in  earth  we  leave  to  dwell, 
To  mount  on  facred  wings. 

6  Swifter  than  thought  we  foar  on  high, 
Above  thofe  twinkling  ftars  ; 

Pafs  through  the  regions  of  the  iky, 
And  all  thcfe  rolling  fpheres. 

7  The  fun  ere  long  will  difappear, 
And  fmner's  feel  their  lofs ; 

While  we  afcend  thro*  yielding  air, 
And  fteer  th'  eternal  courfe. 

8  Now  winged  time  is  known  no  more> 
Eternity  begins  ; 

Our  fouls  have  gain'd  the  heav'nly  more, 
And  view'd  th*  amazing  fcenes. 

9  Their  fongs  begin  to  found  fo  fweef, 
Our  raptur'd  fouls,  on  fire, 

To  bow  around  our  Saviour's  feet, 
And  join  the  heav'nly  choir. 

io  Unnumber'd  years  fhall  gently  roll, 
And  each  increafe  their  blifs  ; 

When  God  fhall  fay  unto  each  foul, 
Come  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  67 

1 1  Then  will  our  bleffed  jefus  come, 
And  bid  the  dead  arife  ; 

And  call  his  weary'd  children  home, 
To  manfions  in  the  ikies. 

12  Where  fin  and  forrow  all  fhall  ceafe, 
And  tears  be  wip'd  away  5 

And  nothing  fhall  diftur'b  our  peace, 
To  one  eternal  day. 

LXXIII.     Love  to  Jefus. 

THEE  will  I  love  my  Lord,  my  tow'r, 
Thee  will  I  love  my  joy,  my  crown  ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  pow'r, 

Of  mind,  and  ftrength  and  heart  alone. 

■ 

2  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  throne, 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God  ; 

Thee  will  I  love  beneath  thy  frown, 
Thy  fmiles,  thy  fceptre,  or  thy  rod. 

LXXIV.     Praife  to  Redeeming  Grace. 

DIFFUSE  thy  beams  and  teach  my  heart, 
Now  with  genial  warmth  to  glow, 
For  lo  !  without  thy  heav'nly  art, 
In  vain  my  lofty  numbers  flow. 

2  Magnificent,  free  grace  arife, 
Outfhine  the  thoughts  of  fhallow  man  ; 

Sov'reign,  preventing  all  divine, 
To  him  that  neither  will'd  nor  ran. 

3  Grand  is  the  bofom  whence  thou  flovv'd, 
Kind  as  the  heart  that  gave  thqe  vent  ; 

Rich  as,  the  gift  that  God  beftow'd, 
Lovely  and  fe  like  Chrift  he  fent. 

4  Grace  by  a  right'oufnefs  doth  reign, 
Wrought  by  the  facred  life  'of  God  ; 

Where  fin  is  fpoil'd,  grace  mall  maintain 
Its  right  in  Jefus'  facred  blood. 

5  Who  counts  the  fands  that  bound  the  fea, 
Not  half  his  fins  can  number  o'er  ; 

And  ah  !  what  millions  yet  but  fee 
Grace  hath  ten  thoufand  mercies  more. 


68  D  IFINE   HTMN  S,  o* 

6  Infinite  grace  how  full  of  God, 

In  ev'ry  work  of  thine— there  glows 
New  glories  in  thy  facred  blood, 
Theie  life  divine  eternal  flows. 

7  We  bowing  fing  thy  death   fo  ftrong 
Which  all  our  fouls  from  death  defends  : 

Shout  ye  redeem'd — for  here  your  fong 
Begins,  and  never,  never  ends. 

LXXV.     On  Eternal  Live. 

ETERNAL  love,  the  darling  fong, 
,  Well  pleafing  to  Jehovah's  ear  ; 
Attend  ye  fav'd,  ye  pardon'd  throng, 
With  all  your  graceful  notes  draw  nd'ar. 

2  'Tis  your's  to  fing  th'  eternal  date 
Of  love  divine,  and  how  it  moves 

To  helplefs  man  ;  with  gladnefs  great, 
Sing  loud,  for  God  the  fong  approves. 

3  Hail  Beth'lem  !  hail  that  ruddy  morn, 
Whofe  rays  adorn  the  infant  God  ; 

Median  of  a  virgin  born, 

A  God,  a  man  to  die  in  blood. 

4  For  us,  falvation  wide  difplays 
Her  ambient  refreshing  wing  ; 

In  Jefus'  name,  that  love- we'll  praife, 
And  all  its  peerlefs  glories  fing. 

5  We  fing  the  garden  and  the  tree, 

Red  with  the  blood  that  cries  for  peace  ; 
HeaV'n  echoes  back  as  pleas'd,  in  thee 
To  fhew  its  glories  and  iis  grace. 

6  We  fing  a  note  that  high  prevails, 
Above  the  angels  free  from  fin  ; 

Who  cannot  tafte  the  love  that  heals, 
The  fweets  of  confcience  thus  made  clean, 

7  Thy  love,  O  Jefus,  is  the  theme, 
The  fong  of  faints  fhall  ever  grow  ; 

All  ages  to  the  church  proclaim 
How  fweetly  doth  their  numbers  flow. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  69 

8  Here  (hall  the  guilty,  who  has  loft 

The  Divine  favour  by  his  fin, 
Find  worth  that  he  can  fafely  truft, 

A  righteoufnefs  to  glory  in, 

LXXVI.     The  Fight  of  Faith. 

OMnipotent  Lord,  my  Saviour  and  King, 
Thy  fuccour  afford,  thy  righteoufnefs  bring, 
Thy  promifes  bind  thee  companion  to  have, 

0  now  let  me  find  thee  mighty  to.  fave. 

2  Rejoicing  in  hope  and  patient  in  grief, 
To  thee  I  look  up  for  certain  relief ; 

1  fear  no  denial,  no  danger  I  fear, 
Nor  ftart  from  the  trial  if  Jefus  is  near. 

3  I  every  hour  in  jeopardy  Hand  L 

But  thou  art  my  pow'r  and  holder!  my  hand  ; 

1  wait,  I  am  calling,  thy  fuccour  I  feel, 

It  faves  me  from  falling  or  plucks  me  from  hell. 

4  On  Jefus  my  Saviour  I  then  will  rely, 
All  evil  before  his  prefence  fhall  fly  ; 

When  I  find  my  Saviour  my  fears  fhall  depart. 
And  Jefus  forever  mall  reign  in  my  heart. 

L XX VII.     To  be  fung  before  going  into  public  ivor- 

THE  Saviour  meets  his  flock  to-day, 
Shall  I,  in  floth,  abide  at  home  ? 
Shall  I  behind  the  people  flay, 

When  Jefus  calls/there  ftill  is  room  ? 
I'll  go,  it  is  a  place  of  pray'r, 
"Who  knows  but  God  may  meet  me  there  ? 

2  To  day  Lnman'el  feeds  his  faints, 

And  here  the  Chriftians  find  their  King  ; 
They  all  lay  open  their  complaints, 

And  here  the  Saviour's  praife  they  fing  ; 
Into  their  number  I'll  prefume, 
Since  Jefus  kindly  bids  me  come: 

3  How  long  did  faithful  Anna  wait, 

And  fought  the  Lord  full  four  fcore  years, 
Both  day  and  night,  the  temple  gate, 
She  watch'd  with  many  fighs  and  tears, 


7©  DIVINE    HrMNS,  or 

And  fcarcely  left  the  houfe  of  pray'r, 
'Till  God  vouchfaf'd  to  meet  her  there. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  then  permit  me  pow'r, 
And  like  the  faints  I'll  watch  for  thee, 

Content  'till  the  appointed  hour, 

When  thou  (halt  be  reveal'd  in  me  ; 
Daily  my  foul  within  thy  gate, 
Shall  for  thy  gracious  prefence  wait. 

5  Remove  temptation,  O  my  Lord, 
And  let  my  enemies  be  (lain, 

Who  would  withdraw  me  from  thy  word, 

And  plunge  me  in  the  world  again  ; 
And  when  the  bridegroom  Ihall  appear, 
O  !  may  my  foul  be  found  in  pray'r. 

LXX  VIII.  Guilt  and  Dijlrefs  infeparabk  companions. 

SIN  is  the  fatal  caufe  of  woe, 
The  fpring  from  whence  our  troubles  flow, 
Yet  when  we  take  a  view 
Ofthofe  who  fin  in  ev'ry  breath, 
Yet  feel  no  checks  in  life  and  death, 
We fcarcebelieve  it  true. 

2  Thbufands  around  feem  highly  Mefs'd, 
Who  treat  religion  as  a  jeft, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
Down  life's  impet'ous  ftream  they  glide, 
Favor'd  with  canvafs,  wind  and  tide, 

And  fmoothly  float  along. 

3  By  pleafure's  flow'ry  bank  they  fleer, 
No  troubles  feel,  nor  can  they  fear, 

But  laugh,  and  fing,  and  play  ; 
'Till  deep  they  plunge  in  endlefs  night, 
Without  one  drop  of  fweet  delight, 

Or  glimpfe  of  op'ning  day. 

4  O  fad  exchange  !  O  wretched  ftate  ! 
Now  they  can  feel  (when  'tis  too  late) 

What  they  have  heard  in  vain  : 
Defpairand  anguifh  dwells  within, 
The  bitter,  bitter  fruits  of  fin, 

And  make  them  roar  with  pain  ! 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  ft 

5  Their  groans  emphatic,  loud  complain, 
'Twas  guilt  that  caus'd  their  guilt  and  iharae  > 

And  freely  they  confefs, 
The  bitter  pill  was  candy'd  o'er, 
'Twas  all  indulgence  juft  before, 

But  now  'tis  all  diftrefs. 

6  More  they  would  own — but  I  forbear, 
And  quit  thofe  regions  of  defpair  ; 

And  now  would  afk  the  faints, 
*«  If  guilt  be  harmlefs,  tell  me  why 
<(  Thofe  trickling  tears,  that  heaving  figh, 

,f  And  whence  thofe  fad  complaints  ?" 

7  When  fin,  that  viper,  you  carefs, 
Stinging  remorfe  and  keen  diftrefs 

Speedily  make  you  fmart ; 
'Tis  that  which  hides  the  Saviour's  face, 
Incurs  his  frowns,  fufpends  his  grace, 

And  wounds  you  to  the  heart. 

8  Then  griefs  like  mighty  torrents  roll, 
'Till  the  poor  agonizing  foul 

Lies  bleeding  on  the  rack  ; 
The  round  of  duty's  trodden  ftill, 
But  'tis  like  lab'ring  up  a  hill, 

With  mountains  on  the  back. 

9  One  guilty  fcene  fuch  anguifh  brings, 
Clogs  the  poor  foul,  and  clips  its  wings, 

And  drags  it  from  the  fkies  ; 
'Till  Jefus,  drefs'd  in  love,  appears, 
Forgives  the  guilt  and  wipes  the  tears 

From  the  beclouded  eyes. 

io  O  Chriftians  !  never  hope  to  meet. 
In  pleafures  finful,  tailing  fweet, 

But  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 
Stings  from  forbidden  pleafures  grow, 
At  leaft  my  foul  hath  found  it  fot 

And  owns  th'  affertion  true. 
J  i  Retraining  grace  dear  Jefus  grant, 
Make  me  like  nature's  nobleft  plant  ; 

And  may  my  fear  be  fuch, 


72  DIVINE   HTMNS,  or. 

That  when  temptations  lie  in  wait, 

1  may  difdain  the  gilded  bait, 
And  ihrinking,  fhun  the  touch. 

LXXIX.     Tbefinntr's  coil  rejeaed. 

COME  all  who've  fpent  your  blooming  days 
In  your  own  lufts,  and  fatan's  ways, 
Bow  down  to  God,  confefs  your  fin, 
Left  you  mould  never  enter  in— 

2  In  thro*  the  gate  that  is  on  high, 
Which  leads  to  joys  above  the  Iky  ; 
Where  all  the  faints  their  voices  raife, 
Rejoice  and  fing  their  maker's  praife. 

3  All  who  do  wifh  to  pafs  this  gate, 
Muft  walk  upright  and  very  ftiait  ; 
If  you  mould  mifs  this  gate  I  know, 
Down  to  a  burning  hell  you'll  go. 

4  There's  endlefs  forrow,  endlefs  pain, 
Without  a  hope  of  peace  again  ; 

Oh  !   then  your  aching  fouls  will  lay, 
"  Why  did  we  God  fo  d^bey." 

5  His  hand  was  ibetch'd  forth  all  the  day, 
We  cannot  have  one  word  to  fay  ; 

For  we  have  had  many  a  call, 
And  we,  like  tools,  rejected  all. 

6  One  word  of  caution  to  the  young 
Who  never  have  God's  praifes  fung  ; 

Give  up  to  Chrift  before's  too  late,  * 

Or  elfe  in  hell  you'll  have  your  fate. 

7  Down  with  the  hellifli  devils  there, 
Lock'd  down  in  horror  and  defpair  ; 
But  oh  !  the  formidable  cries, 

That  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  Ikies. 

8  Thejfcturn  their  eyes  to  heav'n,  and  fee 
Where  ail  the  righteous  peopit  be  ; 
Look  down  into  a  gaping  hell, 

See  where  the  devil's  hoft  doth  dwell. 

9  This  heaven  is  a  happy  place, 
Where  all  the  people's  fill'd  with  grace  ; 

4** 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  7S 

This  hell  it  is  a  place  of  fpite^ 
Where  forrows  are  that's  infinite. 

10  Come  mind  the  words  which  I  have  penn'd. 
Left  down  to  hell  God  mould  you  fend  : 
The  place  I  will  defcribe  once  more, 
3Tis  where  the  devils  always  roar. 
LXXX.     Invitation  to  fin  fick  Souls  to  corns  to  Jefus 
for  relief. 

COME,  Tinners  now  approach  your  God, 
With  new  melod'ous  fongs  ; 
Behold  the  treafures  of  his  blood 
Have  cleans'd  a  num'rous  throng* 

2  See  Jefus  ftands  with  open  arms, 
Inviting  you  to  come  ; 

Hear  how  his  mercy  fweetly  charms, 
And  tells  you  there  is  room. 

3  But  hark  !  methinks  I  hear  you  fay, 
"  I'm  an  unworthy  foul — 

"I've  finn'd  my  day  of  grace  away, 
"  I  hear  his  thunders  roll- 

4  te  My  (ins  are  of  a  crimfon  dye, 
"  And  I'm  a  captive  led  : 

"  Can  fuch  a  linful  foul  as  I, 
"  Be  from  this  bondage  freed  ? 

5  "  Now  I  deferve  the  loweft  hell, 
"  Who  fpurn'd  his  offer'd  grace  ; 

te  And  tempting  others  to  rebel, 
••  Provok'd  him  to  his  face." 

6  Stop,  trembling  foul,  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

He  fnatch'd  me  from  the  brink  of  hell, 
And  rais'd  my  foul  above. 

7  Hark  !  hear  the  blened  Jefus  fay, 
"  Poor  foul  you  need  not  doubt ; 

ct  The  foul  that  will  come  unto  me, 
"  I'll  in  no  wife  caft  out." 

8  If  ever  any  trembling  foul, 
That  unto  Jefus  come, 

G 


74  DIVINE    HTMNS.  on 

flad  e'er  been  banifh'd  or  caft  off, 
I  muft  have  been  the  one. 

9  But  God  h3s  mercy  yet  in  (lore, 
For  all  that  will  believe  ; 

You  need  not  fear  becaufe  you're  poor, 
That  he  will  you  deceive. 

10  Come  now  and  take  him  at  his  word, 
He  will  not  angry  be  ; 

Put  your  whole  truft  in  Chrift  the  Lord, 

And  he  will  fet  you  free. 
LXXXI.     The  foul's  confidence  in  God's  faithfulnefi. 

THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whofe  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow'r, 

Who  knows  neither  meafure  nor  end. 
2  'Tis  Jefus,  the  firft  and  the  laft, 

Whofe  fpirit  mall  guide  us  fate  home  : 
We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  paft, 

And  truft  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 
LXXXII.   To  all  faints  who  put  their  trujl  in  the  Lord 
Jefus  Chri/i. 

MY  brethren  all  remember  well, 
That  your  fweet  Jefus  is  your  all  ; 
Of  grace  and  truth,  brim  full  he  is, 
For  thofe  who  feel  their  emptinefs. 

2  Chrift  is  your  wifdom,  right'oufnefs, 
Your  ftrength,  your  holinefs  and  peace, 
Your  head,  your  hope,  your  joy  alfo, 
Your  all  to  God,  your  all  to  you. 

3  His  fulnefs'  yours,  what  can  you  need  ? 
Nothing  but  faith  thereon  to  feed  ; 
And  faith  to  you  himfelf  will  give, 

Rely  on  him,  and  to  him  live. 

4  Then  oh  !  be  free  with  this  your  friend, 
His  fulnefs  you  can  never  fpend  ; 

Let  all  your  wants  be  laid  on  him, 
And  he  will  fill  you  to  the  brim. 

5  The  more  by  faith  on  Chrift  you  live,  - 
'^k$  more  to  him  your  glory  give, 


S  P  I  RITUAL   SONGS. 

The  more  with  Chrift  your  foul  is  free, 
The  more  to  him  you'll  welcome  be. 

6  Such  is  his  boundlefs  grace  and  love, 
He'll  joy  that  you  his  fulnefs  prove  ; 
So  fhall  your  joy  in  him  be  full, 
Who  is  your  everlafting  all. 

LXXXIII.     Buy  the  Truth,  and  fell  it  not. 

THE  worth  of  truth  no  tongue  can  tell  ; 
'Twill  do  to  buy  but  not  to  fell  ; 
A  large  eftate  that  foul  has  got 
Who  buys  the  truth  and  fells  it  not. 

2  Truth,  like  a  diamond  fhines  mod  fair. 
More  rich  than  pearls  and  rubies  are- 
More  worth  than  gold  and  filver  coin  ; 
G  !  may  it  always  in  us  mine. 

3  'Tis  truth  that  binds,  and  truth  makes  free, 
And  fets  the  foul  at  liberty, 

From  (in  and  fatan's  heavy  chain, 
And  then  within  the  heart  doth  reign. 

4  They  have  a  freedom  then  indeed, 
That  doth  all  freedom  elfe  exceed  — 
Freedom  from  guilt,  freedom  from  woe, 
And  never  more  fhall  bondage  know. 

5  O  !  happy  they  who  in  their  youth, 
Are  bro't  to  know  and  love  the  truth  ; 
For  none  but  they  whom  truth  makes  free, 
E'er  can  enjoy  true  liberty. 

6  Truth  like  a  girdle  let  us  wear. 
And  always  keep  it  clean  and  fair  ; 
And  never  let  it  once  be  told, 
The  truth  by  us  was  ever  fold. 

LXXXIV.     The  Happy  Man. 

HAPPY  the  man  whofe  will  is  bow'd 
And  fpiritduly  aw'd— 
Who  is  refign'd  in  heart  and  mind, 

Unto  the  will  of  God. 
z  Happy  the  man  that  humble  is, 
And  doth  not  one  diftain, 
Qz 


76  DIVINE   HTMNS,  or 

That  ne'er  envies  nor  doth  defpife 
None  of  his  fellow  men. 

3  Happy  the  man  that  wears  Chrift's  yoke, 
And  has  a  lowly  mind  ; 

Who  is  not  eafily  provok'd, 
Great  peace  then  he  fhall  find. 

4  Happy  the  man  that  is  not  mov'd, 
With  all  the  ups  and  downs 

Of  this  vain  world,  but  lives  above 
It's  flatteries  and  frowns. 

5  Happy  the  man  that's  wing'd  with  faith, 
Whole  heart  is  fir'd  with  love — 

Who  ran  and  fled  to  take  the  prize, 
That  is  laid  up  above. 

LXXXV.     The  name  of  Chrift  mojlfweet. 

THAT  name  to  me  founds  ever  fweet, 
Where  grace  and  truth  doth  always  meet, 
Where  right'oufnefs  doth  peace  embrace, 
And  opens  wide  a  ftore  of  grace. 

2  A  meeting  place  it  is  indeed, 
Where  mercy  meets  the  finner's  need, 
And  opens  wide  a  gracious  ftore, 
Sufficient  to  relieve  the  poor. 

3  Hark  1  don't  you  hear  the  heav'nly  call, 
It  foundeth  loud,  it  is  to  all — 

To  high  and  low,  to  bond  and  free, 
That  none  may  fay,  "  tis  not  for  me." 

4  ■*  Ho  !  ev'ry  one  that  thirfts  (he  cries) 

"  Here's  wine  and  milk,  and  large  fupplies  ? 
"  Come  now  to  me  and  drink  your  fill, 
"  Tis  free  for  whofoever  will. 

5  "  Come  now  receive,  I  afk  no  pay, 
"  But  freely  give  it  all  away, 
■'  To  all  that  do  my  word  believe, 
?■'  And  freely  now  my  grace  receive." 


B 


LXXXVr.     Cod  blejfedfor  all  things. 
LESSED  be  God  for  all, 
For  all  things  here  below  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  7? 

For  pain  and  grief,  and  joy  and  thrall, 
To  my  advantage  grow. 

2  BlefTed  be  God  for  fhame, 
For  (lander  and  difgrace, 

Welcome  reproach  for  Jems'  name, 
Like  flint,  Lord,  fet  my  face. 

3  BlefTed  be  God   for  lofs, 
For  lofs  of  earthly  things  ; 

For  ev'ry  fcourge  and  ev'ry  crofs 
Me  nearer  Jefus  brings, 

4  BlefTed  be  God  for  want, 
For  want  of  health  and  food  ; 

I  live  by  faith  and  fcorn  to  faint, 
For  all  things  work  for  good. 

5  BlefTed  be  God  for  pain, 
Which  tares  my  flefh  like  thorns  ; 

It  crucifies  my  carnal  mind, 
To  God  my  foul  returns. 

6  BlefTed  be  God  for  doubts 
Which  he  hath  overcome  ; 

My  foul  in  full  aflurance  fhouts,  . 
Of  beipg  foon  at  home. 

7  BlefTed  be  God  for  fears 
Of  fin  and  death  and  hell  ; 

When  Chrifl  who  is  my  life  appears, 
In  glory  I  fhall  dwell. 

8  BlefTed  be  God  for  friends, 
BlefTed  be  God  for  foes  ; 

BlefTed  be  God  whofe  gracious  ends, 
No  finite  creature  knows. 

9  BlefTed  be  God  for  life, 
BlefTed  be  God  for  death, 

BlefTed  be  God  for  joy  and  grief ; 
I  welcome  all  thro'  faith. 

LXXXVII.     Chrifi)  the  all-fujfidm  Saviour. 

I  AM  that  I  Am, 
faith  Chrift  ihe  dear  Lamb  ; 

G3 


7S  DiyiNE   HTMNS,  or 

What  think  ye,  O  finners, 
of  this  wond'rous  name  t 

2  If  now  you  enquire, 
with  earneft  defire, 

And  fay,  O  to  know  him, 
Our  hearts  are  on  fire— 

3  My  mafter  replies, 
I  Am  will  fuffice 

Thy  wants,  O  poor  finncr, 
who  unto  him  flies. 

4  I  am  to  the  blind 

the  light  of  their  mind  ; 
And  feet  to  the  cripple, 
and  ftrength  fhall  they  find. 

5  If  fin  is  thy  grief, 
I  am  thy  relief  ; 

A  Saviour  I  am, 

to  poor  finners  the  chief, 

6  O  finners,  give  ear, 
what  fulnefs  is  here  ? 

O  !  who  would  not  come 
to  a  Saviour  fo  dear  ? 

7  He  faw,  from  his  throne, 
poor  finners  undone  ; 

And  their  lives  to  ranfom, 
he  gave  up  his  own. 

8  He  came  from  above 
the  caufe  to  remove  ; 

And  yet  (hall  we  flight 
/fuch  unfpeakable  love  f 

9  If  we  like  the  Jews 
his  kindnefs  refufe, 

'Tis  plain  that  dcftru&ion 
we  wilfully  choofe. 

io  But  O  ye  oppr^fs'd 

whom  fin  hath  diftreis'd, 
Come,  come  unto  Jefus, 

and  you  /hall,  have  rtfh 


SPIR  ITUAL    SONGS.  79 

ii  Methinks  one  doth  cry, 

"  fuch  (inner  am  I, 
st  I  dare  not,  I  dare  not 

"  to  Jefus  draw  nigh." 

12  Chrift  anfwers  again, 
**  thy  doubting  refrain, 

"  Come,  come  unto  me, 
"  and  I'll  purge  ev'ry  ftain. 

13  "  Whate'er  is  thy  cafe, 
"  come  now  and  embrace 

*'  My  purchas'd  falvation, 
"  and  thou  (halt  have  peace." 

LXXXVIII.     The  Wandering  Pilgrim. 

WANDERING  Pilgrims,   mourning  chrif- 
tians, 
Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Chrift, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  fins  are  much  diftrefs'd, 
Chrift  has  fent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  rich  and  coftly  feaft  ; 
Let  not  fhame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 
Come  the  fweet  provifion  tafte. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 
And  bemoan  your  wretched  cafe  ; 

Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  repenting, 

He  will  give  you  gofpel  grace  : 
If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 

Love  and  ferve  him  all  your  days, 
Only  come  to  Chrift  and  afk  him, 

He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

3  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 
Doubting  Jefus'  pard'ning  love, 

Lay  hard  by  Bethefday  waiting, 

'Till  the  troubled  waters  move  ; 
If  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 

All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk  ; 
Jefus,  Jefus  he  will  cleanfe  you, 

Rife,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk* 

4  If  like  Peter  you  are  finking, 
In  the  fea  of  unbelief  f 


So  D  IV1  NE  HTMN  S,  or 

Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 

Chrift  will  fend  you  fweet  relief  ; 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 

All  your  wants  fliall  be  fupply'd, 
Cana'n,  Cana'n  lies  before  you, 

Rife,  and  crofs  the  fwelling  tide. 
5  Death  fhall  not  deftroy  your  comfort, 

Chrift, fliall  guard  you  thro'  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  fend  a  heav'nly  comfort, 

To  convey  you  to  his  home  ; 
There  you'll  fpend  your  days  in  pleafure, 

Free  from  ev'ry  want  and  care  ; 
Come,  oh  1  ccme,  my  blefled  Saviour, 

Fain  my  fpirit  would  be  there. 

LXXX1X.     The  Heavenly  Courtier* 

LET  Chrift  the  glorious  lover 
Have  everlafting  praife  ; 
He  comes  for  to  difcover 

The  riches  of  his  grace — 
He  comes  to  wretched  finners> 

To  woo  himfelf  a  bride  ; 
Refolving  for  to  win  her, 
And  will  not  be  deny'd. 

2  Unwilling  Ihe  difcovers 
Herfelf  for  to  deny, 

To  caft  away  her  pleafures, 

And  lay  her  honors  by — 
To  part  with  ev'ry  notion 

That  puffs  her  up  with  pride,— 
And  t;  ke  him  for  her  portion, 

And  be  his  loving  bride. 

3  He  calls  aloud  unto  her, 
"  Purfue  your  ways  no  more  ;" 

She  thinks  it  will  undo  her, 

To  part  with  all  her  ftore  j 
She  willingly  rtlu-fes 

To  \ield  unto  his  will, 
And  in  her  heart  fhe  choofes 

Her  former  lovers  ftill. 

4  She  bolts  the  door  upon  him, 
Aiid  bids  the  Lord  deuait  j 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  ti 

She  will  not  ferve  his  honor, 

Nor  let  him  have  her  heart  ; 
Yet  Jefus  loves  the  (inner, 

And  will  not  leave  the  door, 
But  cries  "  oh  wretched  creature  ! 

"  Reject  my  grace  no  more. 

5  u  Behold  my  matchlefs  fulnefs  I 

"  Arife  and  let  me  in  ;  r 

<f  How  can  you  be  fo  cruel 

'«  To  bar  your  heart  with  fin  ? 
"  If  calls  and  invitation 

"  Will  not  excite  your  love, 
"  Prepare  for  cdndemnation, 

**  For  I  will  not  remove. " 

6  He  then  difplays  his  pow'r, 
By  an  almighty  word  ;. 

He  threatens  to  devour, 

And  (hews  a  flaming  fword ; 
She  now  begins  to  tremble 

At  what  fhe  fees  and  hears  ; 
And  fain  ihe  would  be  humble, 

And  warn  her  crimes  with  tears. 

7  She  does  not  yet  difcover 
The  filth  of  her  infide  ; 

She  thinks  the  Lord  will  love  her, 

And  take  her  for  his  bride  ; 
But  like  refiner's  fire, 

He  fearches  ev'cy  part ; 
Conviction  rifes  high'r, 

She  feels  a  troubled  heart; 

S  She  now  begins  to  languilh, 

And  none  can  her  relieve, 
Her  heart  is  full  of  anguifh, 

To  find  flie  can't  believe  : 
Her  hopes  are  now  departed, 

And  left  her  full  of  woe, 
With  all  the  broken  hearted, 

She  cries  what  (hail  I  do  ? 

9  But  Jefus  has  companion, 
Still  moving  in  his  breaft, 


82  DIVINE  HrMNS>oiL 

Intends  to  give  falvation, 

Unto  the  fouls  diftrefsM  ; 
One  glimfe  of  love  and  pow'r, 

Makes  her  forget  her  pain, 
She  cries,  oh  !  happy  hour, 

Is  this  the  lovely  lamb  ? 

10  Is  he  whom  I  rejected, 
Stoop'd  down  to  me  folow  ?' 

Goodnefs,  but  unexpected  ; 

It  hardly  can  be  true  \ 
And  ftill  me  cries  more  fervent, 

Lord  don't  thy  mercy  hide, 
May  1  become  a  fervant, 

And  fit  to  be  a  bride. 

1 1  The  marriage  is  made  ready, 
The  parties  are  agreed, 

The  holy  fon  of  David, 

And  Adam's  wretched  feed  ; 
The  finner  is  attir'd, 

With  raiment  clean  and  while, 
fins  are  freely  pardon'd, 
fid  fhe's  her  Lord's  delight. 

iz  They  eat  and  drink  together, 

And  mut'ally  embrace  ; 
Both  faints  and  angels  wonder 

At  the  furprifing  grace  ; 
This  Union  mall  continue,  '■ 

Forevermore  the  fame, 
And  nothing  part  afunder, 

The  Chriftian  and  the  Lamb. 

XC.     The  Slow  Traveller, 

OH  !  happy  foul  how  faft  you  go, 
And  leave  me  here  behind  ; 
Don't  ftop  for  me,  for  now  I  fee 
The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

2  Go  on,  go  on,  my  foul  fays  go, 

And  I'll  come  after  you  ; 
'Hho'  I'm  behind,  yet  I  can  find, 

I'll  fing  hofanna  too. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  f£ 

3  God  give  you  ftrength  that  you  may  run, 
And  keep  your  footfteps  right  ; 

Tho'  faft  you  go,  and  I  fo  flow, 
You  are  not  out  of  fight. 

4  When  you  get  to  thofe  worlds  above, 
And  all  their  glories  fee  ; 

When  you  get  home  your  work  is  done. 
Then  look  you  out  for  me. 

5  For  I  will  come  faft  as  I  can, 
Along  the  way  I'll  fleer  : 

Lord  give  me  ftrength,  I  Ihall  at  length, 
Be  one  amongft  you  there. 

6  There  altogether  we  fhall  be, 
Together  we  fhall  ling  ; 

Together  we  fhall  praife  our  God 
And  everlafting  King. 

XCI.     An  Invitation  to  Sinners \ 

COME  to  the  glorious  gofpel-feaft, 
Ho  ev'ry  one  that  will  ! 
O  come  ye  ftarving  fouls,  and  tafte 
Thofe  joys  that  none  can  tell. 

2  Arifeye  mortals  that  are  fad, 
And  bord'ring  on  defpair, 

Lo,  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  Phyfician  there. 

3  Look  to  the  Saviour's  bleeding  fide. 
Behold  the  purple  gore  ; 

It  was  for  wounded  fouls  he  dy'd, 
The  fin-fick  to  reftore. 

4  Behold  him  on  the  curfed  tree, 
With  arms  extended  wide 

For  frnners,  fucb  as  you  and  me, 
The  Weeding  Saviour  dy'd. 

5  'Tis  finifh'd,  fatd  his  dying  breath, 
^  Ami  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

rebels  doom'd  to  endlefs  death, 
'Might  in  his  bofom  dwell. 

ime  then,  receive  his  grace,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 


84  DIVINE  HTMNS,    or 

'Till  we  arife  with  him  to  dwell 

In  the  bright  worlds  above- 
7  No  fin  nor  foe  fhall  there  annoy, 

Or  wound  your  peaceful  breaft  ; 
But  boundlefs  love,  unmingled  joy, 

And  everlafting  reft. 

XCII.     Farewel  to  all  but  Chriji. 

FAREWEL  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 
Your  glories  I  defpife  ; 
Your  friendfhip  I  no  more  purfue, 
Your  flatt'ries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promife  happinefsin  vain, 
Nor  can  you  fatisfy  ; 

Your  higheft  pleafures  turn  to  pain, 
And  all  your  treafures  die. 

3  Had  I  the  Indies,  Eaft  and  Weft, 
And  riches  of  the  fea, 

Without  my  God  I  could  not  reft, 
For  he  is  all  to  me. 

4  Then  let  my  foul  rife  far  above, 
By*  faith  I'll  take  my  wing 

To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 
Where  faints  and  angels  fing. 

5  There's  love  and  joy  that  will  not  wafte, 
There's  trealures  that  endure  ; 

There's  pleafures  that  will  always  laft, 
When  time  ijiall  be  no  more. 

X C I II.      A  Morning  Song. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  I  will  fend 
My  cries  to  reach  thine  ear  ; 
Thou  art  my  father  and  my  friend, 
My  he^p  forever  near. 

2  O  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day, 
Near  thee  in  perfect  peace  ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe. 

3  I  know  my  roving  feet  will  err, 
Unlefs  thou  be  my  guide ; 


SPiR  ITUAL    SONGS.  S5 

Warn  me  of  ev'ry  foe  and  fnare, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

4  Then  (hall  I  pafs  all  dangers  fafe, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  : 

My  truft,  my  hope,  joy  and  relief, 
Shall  be  in  thee  alone. 

5  Then  let  my  moments  fmoothly  run, 
And  flng  my  hours  away  ; 

'Till  ev'ning  lhades  and  fetting  funs 
Conclude  in  endlefs  day, 

XC1V.      ACrumfor  Pilgrims. 

GO  on  ye  Pilgrims  while  below, 
In  the  fure  paths  of  peace  : 
Determin'd  nothing  elfe  to  know, 
But  Jefus  and  his  grace. 

2  Obferve  your  Leader,  follow  him, 
He  thro'  this  world  has"  been, 

Often  revil'd,  but  like  a  lamb, 
Did  ne'er  revile  again. 

3  O  take  the  pattern  he  has  giv'n, 
And  love  your  enemies : 

And  learn  the  only  way  to  heav'n, 
Thro'  felf-deojal  lies. 

4  Remember  you  muft  watch  and  pray, 
While  journ'ing  on  the  road  ; 

Left  you  mould  fall  out  by  the  way, 
And  wound  the  caufe  of  God. 

5  Contend  for  nothing  but  the  ffuit, 
That  feeds  th'  immortal  mind  ; 

For  fruitlefs  leaves  no  more  difpute, 
But  leave  them  to  the  wind. 

6  Go  on  rejoicing  night  and  day, 
Your  Crown  is  yet  before  ; 

Defy  the  trials  of  your  way, 
The  ftorm  will  foon  be  o'er. 

7  Then  you  (hall  reach  the  pcomis'd  land, 
With  all  the  ranfonVd  race, 

H 


*&'  DIVINE   HTMNS>  o* 

And  join  with  all  the  glor'ous  band, 
To  ling  redeeming  grace. 

XCV.     Longing  for  Cbrift. 

O  COULD  I  find  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearnefs  to  my  God  ; 
Then  mould  my  hours  glide  fweet  away, 
And  live  upon  thy  word. 

2  Lord,  I  defire  with  thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day, 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jefus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 
And  I'll  be  wholly  thine, 

And  never,  never  more  depart, 
For  thou  art  wholly  mine. 

4  Thus  'till  my  laft  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodnefs  I'll  adore  ; 

And  when  my  flem  diflblves  in  death, 
My  foul  fhall  love  thee  more. 

5  Thro*  boundlefs  grace  I  then  ihall  fpeni 
An  everlafting  day, 

In  the  embraces  of  my  friend, 
Who  took  my  guilt  away, 

6  That  worthy  name  (hall  have  tne  praife. 
To  whom  all  praife  is  due  ; 

While  angels  and  archangels  gaze, 
On  fcenes  forever  new. 

XCVf.     The  Bachjlider  returning* 

OWHAT  a  cruel  wretch  am  I, 
To  leave  my  Jefus  fo  ! 
And  now  without  his  fmiles  I  lie, 

And  know  not  where  to  go. 
%  Once  I  enjoy'd  his  fmiling  face  ; 

But  did  not  think  fo  foon  ' 
I  fhould  go  mourning  in  diftrefs, 

And  all  my  comforts  gone. 
Not  all  the  glories  of  this,  earth, 

Can  do  me  any  good  ; 


9-PIR1TUJL    SONGS.         $7 
My  foul  abhors  all  carnal  mirth., 

And  groans  to  find  my  God. 
4  O  mould  I  fee  his  face  again, 

I'd  tell  him  all  my  woe, 
Confefs  how  guilty  I  have  been 

To  leave  my  Jefus  fo. 
$  Then  I  will  clafp  him  in  my  arms, 

And  he  (hall  have  my  heart  ; 
And  earth  with  all  her  treaeh'rous  charms*  - 

Forever  mail  depart. 
XCVII.    A  Hymn  on  Bapti/m9  by  Anna  Beaman, 

of  Warren  in  Connecticut ,    an  being  baptifed. 

WHAT  think  you,  my  friends  or  the  preach- 
ing of  John  ? 
Was  it  from  heaven,  or  was  it  of  men  ? 
We  hear  him  declaring  glad  tidings  of  peace, 
Proclaiming  a  Jub'lee,   a  year  of  releafe. 

2  The  Law  and  the  Prophets  continu'd  till  John, 
Our  Saviour  hath  told  us  when  gofpel  began  ; 
And  fince  that  God's  kingdom  is  preach'd  fa:  h. 

the  word, 
And  all  men  prefs  in  who  have  faith  in  the  Lord. 

3  The  firft  of  the  gofpel,  the  dawn  of  the  day. 
The  voice  of  one  crying  prepare  ye  the  way  ; 
Bring  forth  your  repentance,   ye  viperous  breed, 
And  think  not  to  fay  ye  are  Abraham's  feed, 

4  A  new  difpenfation  to  them  he  declares, 
And  preaches  repentance  to  Abraham's  heirs, 
The  children  of  Abraham's  natural  feed, 
Found  they  had  no  right  his  baptifm.  to  plead. 

5  But  when  he  perceived  repentance  was  their's* 
Then  he  gave  baptifm  to  Abraham's  heirs ; 
Thofe  who  had  been  fealed  to  covenant  things, 
We  find  him  baptifing  confeffing  their  fins, 

6  He  tells  them  their  Saviour  is  already  here, 
And  while  he's  baptifing  our  Lord  doth  appear 
For  to  be  baptis'd  ;  John  fhrinks  at  the  thing, 
And  owns  he  has  need  to  receive  it  from  him- 

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18  DIVINE'  HTMNS,    or 

7  But  when  be  informed  it  was  his  requeft, 
He  freely  baptis'd  him  as  he  did  the  reft  ; 
And  this  inftitution  was  own'd  from  above, 
The  fpirit  of  God  was  fent  down  like  a  dove. 

8  And  his  fweet  example  is  left  on  record, 
Whoever  fteps  in  they  .will  find  a  reward  ; 
They'll  find. peace  of  confcience&joy  in  the  fame, 
When  they*  arc  baptifed  in  Jems'  own  name. 

9  The  Eunuch  we  find  was  in  hafte  to  receive 
His  water  bapfifm,  when  he  did  believe  ; 

He  went  on  his  way  rejoicing  in  God,  ^ 

While  thofe  that  rebel  muft  be  tailing  his  rod. 

io  The  friends  of  Cornelius  who  heard  Peter's 

word, 
Believ'd'  and  received  the  fcal  of  the  Lord, 
The  Holy  Gheff  fell,  then  their  joys  did  arife, 
AndPeter  commands  that  they  mould  be  paptis'd. 

ii "Saint  Paul's  great  converfion  he  found  in  the 
.  way,  [day  ; 

The  light  which  fhone  round  him  exceeded  the 
Then  he  was  three  days,  neither  drank  nor  did 
Yet  he  was  baptifed  before  he  took  meat,      (eat, 

iz  We  read  that  where  thoufands  believ'd   in  a 
That  they  were  bapiifed  without  a  delay  ;   [day, 
The  houie  of  rhe  jailer  believ'd  in  the  night, 
And  they  were  baptifed  before  it  was  light. 

13  Forbear  then  to  cenfure  my  being  in  hafte, 
Or  (hew  me  an  inftance  where  it  was  the  cafe 
That  primitive  chriftians  deferred  the  thing, 

I  anfiver  my  confeience  to  Jefus  my  King. 

14  I'll  tell  you  how  gofpel  appears  unto  me, 
And  pray  to  kind  heaven  that  you  all  may  fee  ; 
But  the  wife  and  the  prudent  'tis  hid  from 

eyes,  [priz-. 

While  the  babes  of  the  kingdom  rejoice  in 

15  Some  call  it  baptifm  and  think  it  will  i. 
A  few  drops  of  water  dropt  from  a  men's  r 
In  th'  face  of  the  infant,  who's  under  the  c 
But  we  find  no  fcripture  which  proves  it  to  ui. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  89 

1 6  For  there's  no  being  bury'd  with  Chrift  in  this 

cafe, 
For  Jordon  or  Enonwas  John's  chofen  place: 
Our  Lord  in  a  fountain,  John  did  hitnbaptife, 
And  Chrift'sfweet  example  we  honor  and  prize. 

XCVIII.     The  Complainer  reformed, 

1SET  myfelf  againft  fhe  Lord, 
Defpis'd  his  fpirit  and  his  word, 
And  wifh'd  to  take  his  place  ; 
It  vex'd  me  fore  that  I  muft  die, 
And  perifti  too  eternally, 
Or  elfe  be  fav'd  by  grace.- 

2  Of  ev'ry  preacher  I'd  complain, 

One  fpoke  thro'  pride,  and  one  for  gain, 

Another's  learning  fmall  ; 
This  fpoke  too  faft  and  that  too  flow, 
One  pray'd  too  loud  and  one  too  low. 

The  others  had  no  call, 

3  With  no  profefTors  could  I  join, 

Some  drefs'd  too  mean,  and  fome  too  fine, 

And  fome  did  talk  too  long  ; 
Some  had  a  tone,  fome  had  no  gift, 
Some  talk'd  fo  weak,  and  fome  fo  fwift 

That  all  of  them  were  wrong. 

4  I  tho't  they'd  better  keep  at  home, 
Than  to  exhort  where  e'er  they  come, 

And  tell  us  of  their  joys  ; 
They'd  better  keep  their  gardens  free 
From  weeds,  than  to  examine  me, 

And  vex  me  with  their  noife. 

5  Kindred  and  neighbors  all  were  bad, 
And  no  true  friends  for  to  be  had— 

My  rulers  too  were  vile  : 
At  length  I  was  brought  for  to  fee, 
The  fault  did  moftly  lie  in  me, 

And  had  done  all  the  while. 

6  The  horrid  loads  of  guilt  and  fhame, 
(Being  confcious  too  I  was  to  bhme) 

Did  wound  my  frigbfned  foul  ; 
H3 


9o  DIVINE   HTMNS,  or 

I've  finn'd  fo  much  againft  my  God, 
I'm  crufli'd  fo  low  beneath  his  red, 
How  can  I  be  made  whole. 

7  But  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  Phyfician  to  be  had, 

A  balfom  too  mod:  free  ; 
Only  believe  on  God's  dear  Son, 
Thro'  him  the  victory  is  won, 

Chrifl  Jefus  dy'd  for  me. 

8  For  Chrift's  free  love's  a  boundlefs  fea  ; 
What  !  to  expire  for  fuch  as  me  ? 

Yes  'tis  a  truth  divine  ; 
My  heart  did  melt,  my  foul  o'er  run 
With  love  to  fee  what  God  hath  done 

For  fouls,  as  mean  as  mine. 

9  Now  I  can  hear  a  child  proclaim 
The  joyful  news,  and  praife  the  name 

Of  Jefus  Chrift,  my  King  ; 
I  know  no  fed,  chriftians  are  one, 
With  my  complaints  I  now  have  done,. 

And  God's  free  grace  I  fing, 

io  Glory  to  him  who  gave  his  Son, 
To  die  for  crimes  which  we  had  done, 

And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
For  as  we'd  fold  ourfelves  for  nought, 
So  without  money  we  are  bought, 

A  blerTed  truth  divine. 

ii  Come  faints,  rejoice  in  Chrift  your  King, 
His  folemn  praifes  fweetly  fing, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love  ; 
Sinners  invite  for  to  receive 
Of  God's  free  grace,  and  not  to  grieve 

The  holy,  facred  Dove, 

12  All  thofe  who  do  an  int'reft  gain, 
In  th'  bleffed  Lamb,  that  once  was  flain. 

Will  furely  happy  be  ; 
Their  loud  nofahnas  they  (hall  raife, 
A  monument  of  God's  high  praife, 

To4l!  eternity. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  91 

XCIX.     Tbe  Believer's  baptifm  difco<veredfrom   tbe 
Ark. 

kEAR  ChrifHan  friends,  come  we  will  go 
And  fearch  the  ark  with  care  9 
A  type  of  Baptifm  you  know, 
We'll  fearch  for  infants  there. 

2  This  figure  fignifles  the  whole, 
There's  juft  fo  many  here, 

As  did  come  in  at  Noah's  call- 
As  did  the  deluge  fear. 

3  Here's  Noah's  fons,  and  his  fon's  wives— 
But  if  they'd  infant  feed, 

They  in  the  deluge  loft  their  lives, 
Eight  fouls  werefav'd  we  read. 

4  As  they  are  cover'd  in  the  ark, 
It  fignifles  the  fame, 

As  being  bury'd  in  the  Lord, 
Where  water  covers  them. 

5  This  man's  a  type  of  Jefus  Chrift, 
His  ark  of  gofpel  grace, 

And  thofe  who  made  the  happy  choice, 
Found  fafety  in  the  place. 

6  They  turn'd  their  backs  on  wordly  things. 
And  here  their  fafety  feel  ;  ; 

So  Gentiles  fhould  forfake  their  fins, 
And  then  receive  the  feal. 

7  Thus  we  have  fearch'd  the  ark  around, 
And  find  no  infants  there  ; 

If  there  are  any  to  be  found, 
We  wifh  to  afk  you  where. 

S  We  wifh  in  this  you'd  help  our  minds, 

We  can  no  farther  go., 
We  dare  not  add  to  facred  lines, 

For  there's  a  dreadful  woe. 

9  Our  children's  wants  we  mean  to  pleads 

Their  need  of  grace  we  feel, 
But  dare  not  call^hem  Abraham's  feed, 

Nor  feal  them  with  his  feal. 


92  DIVINE    HTMNS,  or 

10  The  feal  of  promife  can't  be  their's, 
While  bound  beneath  the  curfe, 

Gentiles  can  ne'er  be  Abraham's  heirs, 
'Till  they  in  Jefus  truft. 

1 1  Read  the  commiffion  of  our  Lord, 
To  his  difciples  giv'n  ; 

A  fweet  and  folemn  binding  word, 
Juft  as  he  went  to  heav'n. 

12  Go  forth,  my  friends,  all  nations  teach, 
When  taught  you  may  baptife, 

Obferve  my  words  where  e'er  you  go, 
Nothing  of  mine  defpife. 

13  Dear  teachers  all  I  pray  attend, 
And  mark  his  promife  here  ; 

He  will  be  with  you  to  the  end, 
If  you  attend  with  fear. 

14  But  if  you  turn  his  word  around, 
Baptife  before  you  teach, 

His  bleffed  canfe  I  fear  you'll  wound  ; 
Take  heed  I  do  befeech. 

15  Take  not  the  name  of  God  in  vafn, 
On  thofe  without  the  ark, 

Chrift  Jefus  knows  his  own  by  name, 
By  an  eternal  mark. 

16  Thefe  fealing  marks  pray  don't  convey* 
Nor  mark  your  goats  for  fheep  ; 

Bat  look  to  Jefus,  he's  the  way. 
His  precepts  always  keep, 

C.     On  Ifrael's  Fall. 

DOES  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move, 
To  think  of  Ifrael's  dreadful  fall, 
Who  needed  miracles  to  prove, 

Whether  the  Lord  was  God  or  Baal  ? 

2  Methinks  I  fee  Elijah  ftand, 

His  features  glow  with  love  and  zeal, 
In  faith  and  pray'r  he  lifts  his  hand, 
And  makes  to  heav'n  his  great  appeal. 

3  O  God  !  if  I  thy  fervant  am, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  93 

If  'tis  thy  meflage  fills  my  heart, 
Now  glorify  thy  holy  name, 

And  fhevv  this  people  who  thou  art. 

4  He  fpake,  and  lo  !  a  fudden  flame, 
Confum'd  the  wood,  the  duft,  the  ilone  ! 

The  people  (truck',  at  onee  proclaim, 
•«  The  Lord  is  God,  the  Lord  alone." 

5  Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 
When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear  ; 

Like  him,  believers,  let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  God  of  Ifr'el  hear. 

6  Lord,  if  thy  fervant  fpeaks  the  truth, 
If  he  indeed  is  fent  by  thee, 

Confirm  the  word  to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  falvation  fee- 

7  Now  may  the  fpirit's  holy  fire, 
Pierce  ev'ry  heart  that  hears  thy  word, 

Con  fume  each  hurtful,  vain  defire, 
And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  Lord. 

CI.     The  Coronation  of  Cbrijt, 

ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jems'  name, 
Let  angels  proft rate  fall  ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  alL 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  the  altar  call, 

Extol  the  ftem  of  JehVs  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chofen  feed  of  Ifr'el's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  fmall : 

Hail  him  who  faves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  Gentile  finners  ne'er  forget, 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go  fpread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Babes,  men  and  fires,  who  know  his  love,, 
Who  feel  your  fin  and  thrall, 


94  DIVINE    HrMNStOK 

Now  joy  with  all  the  hoft  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tongue, 
On  this  terreftrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majejly  afcribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  O  that  with  yonder  facred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall, 

We'll  join  the  everlafting  fong, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

CM:     The  Preacher's  FareiveL 

BRETHREN  I  bid  you  all  farewel, 
And  from  my  very  heart, 
AfrecYionately  I  do  tell, 
That  you  and  I  muft  part. 

2  And  if  I  fee  you  not  again, 
I  truft:  that  I  can  fay, 

My  labour  (hall  not  be  in  vain; 
That  I  have  fpent  this  day. 

3  I  truft  I  can  to  record  call, 
All  you  that  hear  me  now, 

X  have  declar'd  God*s  counfels  all, 
As  he  did  me  endow. 

4  I  now  depart,  I  leave  you  here, 
I  leave  you -with  the  Lord, 

And  may  we  all  henceforth  appear, 
To  be  of  one  accord. 

5  And  if  we  never  meet  again, 
While  we  on  earth  remain, 

D  may  we  meet  on  CanaVs  fhore. 
And  never  part  again. 

6  There  we  (hall  join  to  fmg  God's  praife, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell, 

And  triumph-in  his  holy  ways, 
So  brethren  fare  you  well. 

CIII.     ThtCbriftian's  Warrant. 

THO*  troubles  aflail  and  dangers  affrighr* 
Tho  friends  all  fhould  fail  &  foes  all  unite* 


S  P 1RITUAL    SONGS.  95 

Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promife  affaires  us,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  ftore-houfe  are  fed. 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  truft  in  our  head  ; 
His  faints,  what  is  fitting  (hall  ne'er  be  deny'd. 
So  long  as  it's  written  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  fhips,  by  temped  be  toft 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  fhall  not  be  loft  ; 
Tho'  fatan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  fcripture  engages  the  Lord  will  provide  : 

4  His  call  we'll  obey,  like  Abra'am  of  old  ; 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold, 
For  tho'  we  are  ftrangers  we  have  a  fure  guide. 
And  truft  in  all  dangers  the  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  fatan  appears  to  flop  up  the  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we'll  triumph  by  faith  : 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho*  off  he  has  try'd) 
This  heart-cheering  promife,the  Lord  willprovide 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek  we  ne'er  ihall  obtain  ; 
But  when  fuch  fuggeftions  our  graces  have  try'd. 
This  anfwers  all  queftions,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

7  No  ftrengeh  of  our  own,  or  goodnefs  we  claim* 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus*  own  name  ; 
In  this  our  ftrong  tower,  for  fafety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view. 
The  word  of  his  grace  fhall  comfort  us  thro', 
Nor  fearing  nor  doubting  with  Chrift  on  our  tide. 
We  hope  to  die  fhouting,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

CIV.     The  attraction  of  tht  Crofs,— John  x&  32. 

YONDER— amazing  fight  !  I  fee 
^  Th*  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accurfed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

z  Behold  the  purple  torrent  run 
Down  from  his  hands  and  head  I 


s6  DIVIN E    HTMNS,  or 

The  crimfon  tide  puts  out  the  fun — 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  dark'ned  fky, 
Proclaim  the  truth  aloud, 

And  with  th'  amaz'd  Centur'an  cry, 
"  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  fb  va'ft  a  facrifice, 
May  well  my  hope  revive  ; 

If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  finner  lure  may  live. 

5  O  that  thefe  cords  of  love  divine, 
Might  draw   me,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 

Thou  haft  my  heart,  it  (hall  be  thine, 
Thine  it  ftiali  ever  be. 

CV.     Precious  Promifes. — 2  Peter,  iii.  4. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation, ye  faints  of  theLord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ? 
What  more  can  he  fay  than  to  you  he  hath  faid, 
You  who  unto  Jefus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  ficknefs,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on- the  fea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand, fliall  thy  ftrengthe'er  be 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee-,  O  be  not  difmay'd, 
I,  1  am  thy  God  and  will  give  thee  aid  ; 

I'll  ftrengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  caufe  thee  to 
Upheld  by  my  right'ous,omnipotenthand.[rtand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  fhall  not  thee  o'erflow, 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  biefs, 
And  fan&ify  to  thee  thy  deepeft  diftrefs. 

5  When  thro'  fi'ry  trials  thy  path -way  fnall  lie, 
My  grace  all-fufficient  fhall  be  thy  fupply  ; 
The  flames  (hall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  deilgn 
Thy  drofs  to  confume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,all  my  people  fh:;!l  prove 
My  fovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 


SP  1  RITUAL   SONGS,  97 

And  when  hoary  hairs  fhall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  mail  ftill  in  my  bofom  be  borne, 
7  The  foul  that  on  Jefus  hath  lean'd  for  repofe; 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  defert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  foul,tho'  all  hell  mould  endeavour  to  (hake} 
I'll  never — no  never— no  never  forfake. 

CVI.     Pleading  ivitb  God  under  afflifiion. 

WHY  mould  a  living  man  complain 
Of  deep  diftrefs  within  ; 
Since  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  pain, 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  fin. 

z  Now  Lord,  I'll  patiently  fubmit, 

Nor  ever  dare  rebel  ; 
Yet  Aire  I  may  here  at  thy  feet, 

My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  feeft  what  floods  of  forrow  rife. 
And  beat  upon  my  foul  ; 

One  trouble  to  another  cries, 
Billows  on  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope  and  hope  to  fear 
My  fhipwreck'd  foul  is  toft, 

'Till  I  am  tempted  in  defpair, 
To  give  up  all  for  loft. 

5  Yet  thro'  the  ftormy  clouds,  I'll  look, 
Once  more  to  thee,  my  God  ; 

O  fix  my  foul  upon  a  rock, 
Beyond  the  raging  flood. 

6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 
Would  fet  my  heart  at  eafe, 

One  all  creating  word  of  grace, 
Will  make  the  tempeft  ceafe. 

CVII.     The  Go/pel  tfrumpsf. 

HARK,  how  the  gofpel  trumpet  founds, 
Thro'  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds, 
And  Jefus  Chrift's  redeeming  blood 
Is  bringing  finners  home  to  God, 
And  guides  them  fafely  by  his  word 
to  endlefs  day. 


98  DIVINE  HTMNStOTL 

2  Hail  all  victor'ous  conq'ring  Lord, 
By  all  the  hpav'nly  hoits  ador'd, 
Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 
And  bro't  falvation  thro'  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  might  live  and  reign 

in  endlefs  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  faints,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conqueft  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  vicVry  you  ihall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  fhare, 

And  crowns  of  glory  you  mail  wear 
in  endlefs  day. 

4  Thy  blood,  dear  Jefus,  once  was  fpilr, 
To  fave  our  fouls  from  fin  and  guilt  ; 
And  finners  now  may  come  to  God, 
And  find  falvation  through  his  word, 
And  fail,  by  faith  upon  that  flood 

to  endlefs  day. 

5  Thro*  ftorms  and  calms  by  faith  we  (leer, 
By  feeble  hopes  and  gloomy  fears, 

'Till  we  arrive  at  Cana'n's  more, 
Where  fin  and  forrow  are  no  more, 
We  fhout  our  trials  there  all  o'er 
to  endlefs  day. 

6  Then  we  Ihall  in  fweet  chorus  join, 
With  faints  and.  angels  all  combine,    *"• 
To  fing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  lhall  ceafe  to  move, 
And  this  (hall  be  our  theme  above 

in  endlefs  day. 

CVIII.     A  word  .of  comfort   to  the  lambs  of '  ChriJ \ 

BLESS'D  be  my  God  that  I  was  born 
To  hear  the  joyful  found  ; 
That. I  was  born  to  be  baptis'd, 
Where  gofpel  truths  abound. 

2  Blefs'd  be  my  God  for  what  I  fee, 

My  God  for  what  I  hear, 
I  hear  fuch  bleffed  news  from  h$av'n, 

Not  earth  nor  hell  I  fear. 


SP  1  RITUAL    SONGS.  59 

3  I  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  born, 
My  Lord  for  me  did  die, 

My  Lord  for  me  did  rife  again, 
And  did  afcend  on  high, 

4  On  high  he  ftands  to  plead  ray  caufe, 
And  will  return  again, 

Andfet  me  on  a  glor'ous  throne, 
That  I  with  him  may  reign. 

5  Glory  to  God  tfre  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

Glory  to  God  the  Hoty  Ghofr, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 

CI  X ,     Soul  thirjitngfor  Heave*  -  r 

STILL  out  of  the  deepeft  abyfs 
Of  trouble  I  mournfully  cry  ; 
And  pine  to  recover  my  peace, 
And  fee  my  Redeemer  and  die. 

1  cannot,  Icannot  forbear 

Thefe  pafiionate  longings  for  home  ; 
O  !  when  mall  my  fpirit  be  there  ; 
O  !  when  will  the  meffenger  come. 

2  Thy  nature  I  long  to  put  on, 
Thine  image  on  earth  to  regain  ; 

And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down, 

This  burden  of  body  and  pain. 
O  Jefus  in  pity  draw  near, 

And  lull  me  to  fleep  on  thy  breaft, 
Appear  to  my  refcue,  appear, 

And  gather  me  into  thy  reft. 

3  To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in, 
The  arms  of  thy  mercy  display, 

And  give  me  to  reft  from  all  fin, 

And  bear  me  triumphant  away  ; 
Away  from  a  world  of  diftrefs, 

Away  to  the  manfions  above  \        ,  * 

A  heaven  of  feeing  thy  face— 

A  heaven  of  feeling  thy  love. 

1 2  »      * 


10o  DIVINE   HTMNSyO* 

CX.     A  Parting  Hymn, 

LORD  difmifs  us  with  thy  blefiing, 
Send  it  down  Lord  from  above, 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praifing, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love  ; 
Farewel  brethren,  farewel  filters 
'Till  we  all  fhall  meet  above. 

2  Pardon  Lord  now  all  our  follies, 
While  together  we  have  bee/i  ; 

Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 
Cleanfe  us  all  from  ev'ry  fin, 

Farewel  brethren,  farewel  fillers, 
'Till  we  all  fhall  meet  again. 

3  May  thy  prefence,  Lord  go  with  us, 
To  each  one's  refpedlive  home  $ 

And  the  prefence  of  our  Jefus, 

Reft  upon  us  ev'ry  one  ; 
Farewel  brethren,  farewel  fitters, 

'Till  we  all  fhall  meet  at  home. 

CXI.     Not  aJhanCd  of  Jefus. 

JESUS,  and  fhall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  afham'd  of  thee  ? 
Afham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praife  I 
Whofe  glories  fhine  thro'  endlefs  days. 

2  Afham'd  of  Jefus  ?  fooner  far, 
Let  ev'ning  blufh  to  own  a  flar, 
He  flied  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine. 

3  Afham'd  of  Jefus  ?  juft  as  foon, 
Let  midnight  be  afham'd  of  noon  : 

' Tis  midnight  with  my  foul  'till  he, 
Bright  morning  ftar  bids  darknefs  flee. 

4  Afham'd  Gf  Jefus  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  for  heav'n  depend  2 
No,  when  I  blufh  be  this  my  fharue, 
That  I  no  more  adore  his  name. 

5  Afham'd  of  Jefus  ?  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wafh  away  £ 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        iqi 

No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  of  hell,  no  foul  to  fave. 

6  'Till  then,  nor  is  my  boafting  vain, 
'Till  then  I  boaft  a  Saviour  flain  j 
And  now  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Chrift  is  not  afham'd  of  me. 

7  His  inftitutions  will  I  prize, 

Take  up  the  crofs,  the  fhame  defpife— 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  caufe, 
And  yield  obed'ence  to  his  laws. 

CXII.     Baptifm,  believers  only  have  a  right  to  iu 

WHEN  John  tho'  a  man,  baptifing  began, 
Believers  in  Jordon  confefling  their  fins* 

2  The  Fharifees  came,  in  Abraham's  name, 
For  to  be  baptifed,  and  laid  in  their  claim. 

3  You  vipers  faid  he,  who  warn'd  you  to  flee, 
Bring  forth  your  repentance  that  fruits  we  may  fee. 

4  And  think  not  indeed  you- are  Abraham's  feed, 
And  fo  for  baptifm  a  right  for  to  plead, 

5  JBy  this  we  may  fee,  baptifm  to  be, 
For  none  but  believers  a  privilege  free. 

6  Chrift  Jefus  by  name,  from  Galilee  came, 
For  to  be  baptifed,  and  was  not  afham'd. 

7  John  to  him  did  fay,  why  com'ft  thou  to  me, 
For  I  have  need  to  be  baptifed  of  thee. 

8  O  fuffer  it  fo,  for't  b'comes  us  to  (hew, 
Allright'ous  obed'ence  wherever  we  go: 

9  The  rite  was  perform'd  and  Jefus  return'd, 
The  bleffingofth'  Father  came  down  on  the  Son. 

10  The  Spirit  of  God  defcends  like  a  dove 
And  lights  on  our  Saviour  in  tokens  of  love. 

1 1  Ry  this  we  may  fee,  the  whole  trinity, 
Uuto  our  baptifm  do  jointly  ag<ee. 

12  We'll  not  be  afham'd  of  Jefus  Chrift's  name, 
He's  precious  unto  us  tho'  finners  biafpheme. 

I  3 


102  DIVINE   HTMN$>  or 

13  We'll  follow  the  Lord  in  his  holy  word, 
Obed'ence  unto  him  great  comforts  afford. 

14  We'll  follow  him  down  to  th'  waters  we're 

bound  ; 
O  fmners  fee  what  an  example  we've  found. 

15  Farewel  to  my  friends,  farewel  to  my  foes, 
Farewel  to  this  vain  world  wherein  forrow  grows. 

CXIIL     Godly  forronjo  arijing  from  the  fufferings  of 
Chriji. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

CHORUS. 

Thanks  to  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 

Who  dy'd  on  Calvary  ; 
The  Lamb  was  (lain,  fromheav'n  he  came* 

To  bleed  and  die  for  me. 
The  Lamb  was  (lain,  yet  lives  again 

•To  intercede  tor  me. 

2V  [Thy  body  flain,  fweet  Jefus  thine, 

And  bath'din  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expcs'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glor'ous  fufPrer  flood.] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
Ke  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  1  grace  unknown, 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  h\n  in  darknefs  hide, 
And  fhut  his  glories  in, 

.When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
"  For  man  the  creature's  fin, 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 
While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 

Diflblve  my  neart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 


«  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.        103. 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

CXIV.     The  Brethren's  Farewth 

BRETHREN  farewel,  I  do  you  tell, 
That  you  and  I  muft  part  ; 

1  go  away,  but  here  you  ftay, 

But  ftill  we  join  in  heart. 

2  Aur  love  to  me  has  run  mod  free, 
Your  converfation  fweet  ; 

How  could  I  bear  to  journey  where 
With  you  I  cannot  meet. 

3  But  ftill  I  find  my  heart's  inclin'd, 
To  do  my  work  below  ; 

When  Chrift  doth  call,  I  truft  I  fhall, 
Be  ready  for  to  go. 

4  I  leave  you  all  both  great  and  fmall,        1 
In  Chrift's  encircled  arms  ; 

Who  will  you  fave  from  death  and  th'  grave.* 
And  fhreld  you  from  all  harms. 

5  I  truft  you'll  pray  both  night  and  day> 
(And  keep  your  garments  white,) 

For  you  and  me  that  we  may  be 
The  children"  of -the  light. 

6  If  you  go  firft,  amen  you  muft, 
Trie  will  of  God  be  done  ; 

I  hope  the  Lord  will  you  reward, 
With  an  immortal  crown. 

7  If  I'm  call'd  home  while  I  am  gone* 
Indulge  ho  tears  for  me  ; 

I  hope  to  fing  and  praife  my  King 
To  all  eternity. 

B  I  long  to  go,  fo  farewel  woe, 

My  foul  fhall  be  at  reft  ; 
No  more  fhall  I  complain  nor  figh, 

But  be  forever  bleft. 
9  O  may  we  meet  and.be  compleat, 
1    And  long  toethger  dwell  ; 
And  ferve  the  Lord  with  one  accord, 

So  brethren  all  farewel. 


I04  DIVINE  HrMNS.o* 

CXV.     The  Youth's  Re/oiution* 

WHILE  I  am  bleft  with  youthful  bloom, 
I  will  adore  the  facred  Lamb, 
Who  bled  and  dy'd  for  me  ; 
If  God  infpires  my  heart  with  grace, 
And  lets  me  fee  his  mining  face, 
A  pilgrim  I  will  be. 

2  I'll  leave  this  world  with  all  its  toys, 
And  feek  thole  far  fuperior  joys, 

That  do  in  Jefus  dwell  ; 
If  Jefus  be  my  God  and  King, 
Immortal  triumphs  I  will  fing, 

O'er  all  the  powers  of  hell. 

3  A  frowning  world  I  will  defy, 
And  all  thofe  flatt'ring  charms  deny, 

If  Jefus  ftands  my  friend  ; 
Not  long  I  have  this  ftorm  to  ftand, 
Of  this  enfnaring,  barren  land  ; 

My  conflict  foon  will  end. 

4  Jefus  my  friend,  my  caufe  will  pkad, 
Conduct  my  fteps,  fupply  my  need, 

And  never  let  me  fall  : 
jefus,  will  all  my  foes  deft roy — 
Will  be  my  life,  my  ftrength,  my  joy  ; 

Jefus  is  all  in  ail. 

5  With  joy  I'll  fpend  my  fleeting  days, 
To  found  abroad  his  heavily  praile, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love  ; 
And  when  I  quit  this  mortal  ftage, 
I  lhall  in  facred  ftVains  engage, 

Among  ihe  faints  above. 

6  Where  [  ihall  with  my  Jefus  dwell, 
In  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 

On  that  immortal  fhore  ; 
Jefus  my  love^hail  be  my  joy, 
His  praifes  be  my  fweet  employ, 

And  part  from  him  no  more 
CXV1.      Unity. 

LET  ftrife  forever  ceafe, 
And  envy  quit  the  field, 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.        105 

Come  join  and  live  in  love  and  peacea 
And  to  the  gofpel  yield. 

2  Let  bitter  words  no  more 
Among  the  lirnts  remain; 

Let  ev'rv  member,  ev'ry  hour, 
Submit  to  Jefus'  reign. 

3  One  Lord  we  have  to  fear. 
One  faith  we  all  confefs ; 

To  the  fame  baptifm  adhear, 
And  magnify  tree  grace. 

4  Then  why  mould  we  contend, 
For  meat  and  drink  and  drefs, 

And  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  pierce  his  wounds  afrefh, 

5  When  bitter  words  arife, 
Then  fatan  has  his  ends  ; 

We  wound  the  heart  and  hands  of  Chrift, 
Amidft  his  chofen  friends. 

6  No  more  we'll  feel  the  flame, 
Nor  judge  ourfelves  too  wife  ; 

But  fearch  with  care  to  find  the  beam, 
That  lurks  within  our  eyes. 

7  Unto  the  world  we  prove, 
That  we  difciples  are  ; 

They  fhall  behold  us  walk  in  love, 
And  fay  the  Lord  is  there. 

8  Then  we  will  live  like  thofe, 
Who  now  agree  in  love  ; 

And  when  our  eyes  by  death  fhall  clofe, 
We'll  join  with  them  above. 
CXVTI.     Admonition  to  Chriftian  Duties* 

CHRISTIANS,  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Ice  and  fnow  can  do  no  harm  $ 
If  by  Jefus  you  are  priz'd, 
'Rife,  believe  and  be  baptis'd, 
2  Jefus  drank  the  gall  for  you, 
Bore  the  curfe  to  mortals  due  ; 
Children  prove  your  love  to  him, 
Never  fear  the  frozen  ftream. 


xofl         D  I  FINE   HTMNS,  or 

3  Never  fliun  the  Saviour's  crofs, 
All  on  earth  is  worthlefs  drofs  ; 
If  the  Saviour's  love  you  feel, 
Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 

4  Fire  is  good  to  warm  the  foul, 
Water  purifies  the  foul  ; 

Fire  and  water  both  agree, 
Winter  foldiers  never  flee. 

5  Ev'ry  feafon  of  the  year, 
Let  your  worfhip  be  fincere  ; 
When  the  ftorms  prevent  your  roam, 
Serve  your  gracious  Lord  at  home. 

6  Read  his  facred  word  by  day, 
Ever  watching,  always  pray  ; 
Meditate  his  law  by  night, 
This  will  give  you  great  delight. 

CXVIII.     Northern  Lights. 

BEHOLD  him  ftreaming  from  the  north, 
Nations  behold  afar  ; 
Look  to  the  Ikies  with  a  furprize, 
He  flafhes  through  the  air. 

2  What  can  we  think  by  what  we  fee, 

But  that  our  God  will  come, 
Both  in  one  day  without  delay, 

And  take  his  chofen  home. 


3  The  ftreams  of  light  ftream  in  the  night, 
Speaks   forth  the  day  will  come, 

When  Chrift  our  King  his  troops  will  bring, 
And  raife  the  dufky  tomb. 

4  Gabri'l  the  man  who  then  mall  ftand, 
One  foot  upon  the  fhore— 

One  on  the  fea,  and  fwear  there'll  be    * 
A  pardoning  time  no  more. 

5  The  ratling  thunder  all  prepar'd, 
Will  burft  the  magazines  ; 

And  bloting  forth  from  fouth  tp  north, 
With  forked  lightning  ftreams. 


SF >  I  RITUAL    SONGS.        aoj 

6  The  fun  gives  up  and  flops  his  courfe 
Of  which  he  us'd  to  run  ; 

His  daily  journey  round  trie  globe, 
Is  finifhed  and  done. 

7  The  moon  no  more  mall  wax  or  wane, 
Nor  give  her  borrow'd  light ; 

Nor  wait  upon  the  fons  of  men, 
To  give  them  light  by  night. 

8  The  ftars  that  fhine  forth  in  the  night, 
Shall  hear  their  awful  call  ; 

And  quit  their  mining  feats  of  light, 
And. down  to  earth  they  fall, 

9  The  folid  world  begins  to  flame, 
The  trump  begins  to  found  ; 

And  calls  the  dead  out  of  their  graves, 
From  underneath  the  ground. 

jo  Ye  fleeping  daft  come  forth  you  rauft 

To  meet  your  God  and  King  ; 
Sinners  to  cry  eternally, 

And  all  the  faints  to  ling. 

1 1  Then  all  thofe  fouls  who  dilbelieve  ; 
Shall  then  begin  their  call  ; 

That  God  hath  come  of  whom  we've  heard, 
Ye  mountains  on  us  fall. 

12  Hide  us  from  him  that  comes  a  King, 
His  troops  they  are  reveal'd  ; 

We're  feiz'd  with  fear  while  we  do  hear, 
His  rumbling  char'ot  wheels. 

13  The  thunders  play  upon  that  day, 
With  all  its  horrid  found  ; 

The  Lamb  once  flain  will  come  again, 
And  roll hisjudgments  on. 

14  The  mountains  melt,  the  fea  retire?; 
Convulfions  feize  the  world  ; 

Hideous  cracks  do  rend  the  rocks, 
An,d  thro'  the  air  are  hurl'd. 

15  Ye  faints  that  figh  look  to  the  iky, 
Behold  your  King  appears  : 


lot  DIVINE    HYMNS,  ox 

The  Ton  of  man  with  his  foft  hand, 
Shall  wipe  away  your  tears. 

16  Then  all  the  faints  will  rife  at  once, 

To  meet  him   in  the  air  ; 
Singing  they  rife  above  the  fkies, 

And  make  them  triumph  there. 

27  Then  all  in  ranks  they  give  him  thanks, 

And  lift  his  name  on  high, 
And  fing  they  will  and  ne'er  be  ftill, 

To  long  eternity. 

CXIX.     The  Sinner's  RefeZion. 

AH  Lord  !  ah  Lord  what  have  I  done  ? 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 
What  mall  I  fay,  what  mail  I  do, 
Or  whither  (hall  I  flee  ? 

2  By  wand'ring  I  have  loft  myfelf, 
And  here  I  make  my  moan  : 

0  whither,  whither  have  I  ftray'd  I 
Ah  !  Lord  what  have  I  done  ? 

3  The  candle  fearches  all  my  rooms, 
And  now  I  plainly  fee, 

The  num'rous  fins  of  earth  and  hell 
Are  fummed  up  in  me. 

4  The  feeds  of  all  the  ills  that  grow, 
Are  in  my  garden  fown, 

And  multitudes  of  them  are  fprung  : 
Ah  !  Lord  what  have  I  done  ? 

5  I  have  been  fatan's  willing  (lave, 
And  his  moft  eafy  prey  : 

He  was  not  readier  to  command 
Than  I  was  to  obey  : 

6  Or,  if  at  times  he  left  my  foul, 
Yet  ftill  his  work  went  on  : 

1  was  a  tempter  to  myfelf ; 

Ah  I  Lord  what  have  I  done  ? 

7  I  puft  at  all  the  threats  of  heav'ri, 
And  flighted  all  its  charms  ; 

Nor  fatan's  fetters  would  I  leave 
For  ChrinVs  inviting  arms. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        109 

8  I  had  afoul  but  priz'd  it  not, 

And  now  my  foul  is  gone  ; 
My  forced  cries  do  pierce  the  fkies  ; 

Ah  !  Lord  what  have  I  done  ? 

CXX.     The  Pilgrims'*  mutual  Conference. 

HAIL  !  happy  pilgrims,  whence  came  ye, 
And  whither  are  ye  bound  ? 
Who  from  the  land  of  Egypt  flee, 
'Tis  Cana'n  we  have  found. 

2  How  came  ye  firft  to  walk  this  way  ? 
Were  you  alarm'd  with  fear  ? 

A  fchool-mafter  appear'd  one  day, 
With  countenance  fevere  : 

3  His  prefence  ftruck  our  hearts  with  awe, 
His  eyes  appear'd  like  flame  ; 

I  am,  faid  he,  the  holy  law,    - 
And  from  mount  Sinai  came* 

4  Then  lo,  our  fentence  he  declar'd 
Was  everlafting  death  : 

For  till  his  precepts  were  prepar'd, 
We  were  expos'd  to  wrath. 

5  At  laft  a  mefTenger  of  peace, 
Evangelift  by  name, 

Appear'd  and  gave  us  fweet  releafe, 
From  that  devouring  flame. 

6  He  pointed  out  the  Lamb  of  God, 
In  that  diftrefiing  day, 

And  faid,  behold  his  precious  blood, 
That  takes  your  guilt  away. 

7  Thus,  were  we  from  our  bondage  freed. 
And  fet  at  liberty  ; 

Come  then  dear  brethren,  well  agreed, 
For  thus  redeem'd  were  we. 

8  Come  let  us  then  togefher  walk, 
Together  let  us  fing  : 

Be  this  the  fubjeft  of  our  talk, 
To  praife  the  Lamb  our  King.  ' 

K  -    •      i 


x,o  DIVIDE   HTMNS,  or 

CXXI.     The  Simx*' s Jham  and  confufion* 

SO  foolifh,  fo  abfurd  am  I 
That  nothing  can  be  more  ; 
Was  ever  fuch  a  monfter  feen 
Upon  the  earth  before  ? 

2  I  dare  not  look  upon  the  earth, 
The  witnefs  of  my  fin  ; 

My  confcience  is  a  doom's -day  book, 
I  dare  not  look  within. 

3  Upward  I  durft  not  caft  my  eyes, 
For  there  my  judge  doth  fit  : 

Nor  downwards  whence  the  fmoke  does  rife 
From  the  infernal  pit. 

4  How  (hall  I  anfwer  at  the  bar 
Of  him  who  is  mod  pure  ? 

I  cannot  anfwer  for  myfelf, 
Myfelfl  can't  endure. 

5  And  as  myfelf  I  can't  endure, 
Myfelfl  cannot  fly  ; 

Thus  fools  do  fell  themfelves  for  flaves, 
And  what  a  ilave  am  I  ? 

6  My  heart  the  feat  of  folly  is, 
My  life  a  life  of  fin  ; 

Surely  I  am  more  brutilh  far, 
Than  ever  brute  hath  been. 

7  Is  this  my  wit  ?  Is  this  my  way 
To  make  a  glorious  name  ? 

And  thefe  the  thanks  I've  paid  to  heav'n  <? 
Ah  !  what  a  beaft  I  am  ! 

8  The  crown  is  fallen  from  my  head, 
My  royal  robes  are  gone  ; 

Confufion  is  my  only  cloak, 
And  I  muft  put  it  on. 

9  And  whilft  I  blufh,  a^d  whilft  I  bleed, 
Here  will  1  fit  alone  ; 

And  here  I'll  lead  the  leapper's  life, 
And  make  my  doleful  moan. 

solan)  not  worthy  of  the  earth, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         U$ 

Nor  worthy  of  the  air, 
Nor  worthy  of  the  wat'ry  drop, 
But  of  the  damned's  fare. 

1 1  O  !  how  it  kills  my  heart  to  think 

Upon  my  foolifh  ways  ; 
Yet  this  I'll  bear  and  blefs  the  Lord, 

Becaufe  damnation  ftays. 

CXXII.     Invitation  to  Sinners* 

COME  fmners  to  the  gofpel  feaft:, 
Let  ev'ry  foul  be  Jems'  gueft  ? 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  "  Have  me  excus'd"  why  will  you  fay  1 
From  health,  and  life,  and  liberty  I 
From  all  that  is  in  Jefus  giv'n, 

From  pardon,  holinefs  and  heav'n. 

3  Come  then  ye  fouls  by  fin  oppreft, 
Ye  weary  wand'rers  after  reft  ? 

Ye  poor  and  maimed,  halt  and  blind, 
In  Chrift  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
Behold  the  bleeding  facrifice  ; 

His  offer'd  love  let  all  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace, 

£  Ye  who  believe  his  record  true, 
Shall  fup  with  him  and  he  with  you  ; 
Come  to  the  feaft  be  fav'd  from  fin, 
For  Jefus  waits  to  take  you  in. 

6  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay  ; 
This  is  the  glorious  gofpel  day  ; 
Come  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 
And  live  to  him  who  dy'd  for  all. 

CXXIII.     Joy  in  the  Holy  Gbofl. 

MY  foul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
My  fpirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice.  • 

K2 


ii2  DIVINE   HTMNS,  or 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 
Who  have  a  feaft  at  home  : 

My  fighs  are  turned  intofongs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  above  the  bleffed  dove 
Is  come  into  my  breaft, 

To  witnefs  God's  eternal  love  ; 
This  is  my  heav'nJy  feaft. 

4  This  makes  me  Abba  father  cry, 
With  confidence  of  foul  ; 

It  makes  me  cry  my  Lord,  myGod, 
And  that  without  controul. 

5  There  is  a  ftream  which  iffues  forth 
From  God's  eternal  throne, 

And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  ftream, 
Clear  as  the  cryftal  ftone. 

6  The  ftreams  do  water  paradife, 
It  makes  the  angels  fing  : 

One  cord'al  drop  revives  my  heart  ; 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  fpring. 

7  Such  joys  as  are  unfpeakable, 
And  full  of  glory  too  ; 

Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 
As  worldlings  do  not  know. 

8  Eye  hath  not  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard,. 
From  fancy  'tis  conceal'd, 

What  thou,  Lord  haft  laid  up  for  thine, 
And  haft  to  me  reveal'd. 

9  I  fee  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 
I  tafte  thy  fwceteft  love  ; 

My  foul  doth  leap  :  ButO  for  wings, 

The  wings  of  Noah's  dove  ! 
io  Then  fhould  I  flee  far  hence  away, 

Leaving  this  world  of  fin  ; 
Then  mould  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand, 

And  kindly  take  me  in. 

ii  TJhen  fhould  my  foul  with  angels  feaft 
On  joys  that  always  laft  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         113 

Blefs'd  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 

Who  gives  me  here  a  tafte. 
CXXIV.     Cbrijiians  rejoicing  in  the  hope  and  glory 
of  God. 

LO  !  we  are  journ'ing  home  to  God, 
Bid  by  the  fpirit  come  ; 
And  in  the  way  his  children  trod, 
We  feek  our  father's  home. 

2  We  walk  a  narrow  path  and  rough, 
And  we  are  tir'd  and  weak  ; 

Yet  foon  mall  we  have  reft  enough, 
In  thofe  blefs'd  courts  we  feek. 

3  Nigh  to  the  country  we  appear, 
Stor'd  with  eternal  blifs  ; 

We  know,  we  quickly  mail  be  there, 
Ih  fight  our  city  is. 

4  Upon  mount  Zion's  diftant  top, 
A  Lamb  our  eyes  behold  ; 

'Tis  Jefus,  look  ye  children  up, 
He  calls  us  to  his  fold, 

5  V/e  fee  him  with  his  raiment  red, 
As  tho'  befmear'd  with  blood, 

As  newly  flain  he  ftands  ;  he  bled, 
Us  to  redeem  to  God.. 

6  About  him  clad  with  fnowy  vefts, 
Appear  a  countlefs  throng  : 

Thefe  are  his  faints,  his  kings,  his  priefts, 
Who  fing  th'  eternal  fong. 

7  How  bleft,  how  more  than  happy  thefe, 
Who  thus  their  Lord  attend  ; 

We,  brethren,  in  their  hofts  fhall  praife, 

We  foon  fhall  there  afcend. 
CXX  V.     A  brief  defer iption  of  the  Children  of  God, 
in  a  Dialogue. 

WHAT  poor  defpifed  company 
Of  travellers  are  thefe, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

K3 


ii4  DIVINE    HYMNS,  ok 

2  Ah,  thefe  are  of  a  royal  line, 
All  children  of  a  King  ; 

Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo  !  for  joy  they  fing. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  fo  mean  ? 
And  why  fo  much  defpis'd  ? 

Becaufe  of  their  rich  robes  unfeen, 
The  world  is  not  appriz'd. 

4  But  fome  of  them  feem  poor,  diftrefsM, 
And  lacking  daily  bread  ; 

Ah  !    they're  of  boundlefs  wealth  poffefs'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road— 
That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 

Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod, 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  muft  they  (hun  the  pleafant  path, 
That  worldlings  love  fo  well  ? 

Becaufe  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7  What  is  there  then  no  other  road 
To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 

Chrift  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
None  other  can  be  found. 

CXXVI.     Here  I  ivill  dwell. 

AH  me,  I'm  never  well  but  when 
I  on  my  beft  beloved  lean, 
And  then  I'm  never  ill  ! 
Crofles  and  trials  all  are  right, 
And  pain  is  fweet  and  troubles  light, 
Come  whatfoever  will. 

2  Here  I  could  wifti  my  greateft  foe, 
Mitrht  reft  like  me/ and  happy  know 

The  riches  of  the  Lamb  ; 
The  ftreers  would  then  be  full  of  praife, 
Of  Jefus'  blood,  his  gracious  ways, 

His  mercy  and  his  name. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        n$ 

3  If  Jefus  will  permit  me,  I 
Will  leaning  on  him  live  and  die, 

And  great  the  bleffing  count  : 
My  life,  dear  Lord,  I'd  live  to  thee, 
My  death  mould  alfo  glorious  be, 

Like  Mofes  on  the  mount, 

4  By  fweet  experience  I'd  proclaim 
To  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

Hear  me,  my  friends,  I  fay  ; 
For  I  am  happy,  I  am  well, 
Belov'd  of  God,  unchangeable  ; 

And  withhirn  night  and  day. 

CXXVII.     Delight  o/Praifefor  the  Holy  Scriptures, 

I  BLESS  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  word, 
To  rule  and  guide  me  right  ; 
To  hear  him  fay, 
Love  and  obey, 
Affords  fupreme  delight. 

2  A  holy  joy, 
Without  alloy, 

With  facred  tranfport  flows* 

From  truth  divine, 

I  feel  it  mine, 
To  give  my  foul  repofe. 

3  With  facred  love, 
My  pafilons  move, 

I  burn  with  ftrong  deflre  ; 

With  holy  aim, 

And  inward  flame, 
I  feel  my  foul  on  Are. 

4  By  grace  refin'd, 
My  fou!  inchVd, 

Shall  confecrate  my  days, 

As  due  to  none 

But  God  alone, 
And  give  him  all  the  praife. 

CX XVIII.     Longing  aft$r  Chrift. 

COMPANIONS  of  thy  little  flock. 
Dear  Lord  we  fain  would  be : 


n6  DIVINE  HTMNS,    or 

Our  helplefs  hearts  to  thee  look  up, 
To  thee,  our  Shepherd,  flee. 

2  O  might  I  lean  upon  that  bread 
Which  love  and  pity  fill, 

And  now  become  thofe  lambs  carefs'd, 
That  in  thy  bofom  dwell. 

3  How  fweet  that  voice,  how  fweet  that  hand, 
Which  leads  to  paftures  fair, 

Shews  Cana'n's  milk  and  honey  land, 
Lot  of  thy  flock  fo  dear. 

4  Rich  grace,  free  grace,  moft  fweetly  calls, 
Directly  come  who  will, 

Juft  as  you  are,  for  Chrift  receives 
Poor  helplefs  Tinners  ftill. 

5  'Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  fouls, 
Grace  keeps  us  only  pure  ; 

And  O  !  that  nothing  elfe  but  grace 
May  rule  forevermore. 

6  As  one  in  heart  let's  all  rejoice 
The  finner's  friend  to  praife  ; 

The  Shepherd  dy'd — oh  1  'tis  his  voice 
He'll  us  to  glory  raife. 

CXXIX.     Meat  and  Drink  indeed. 

TO-DAY  Immanuel  feeds  his  fheep, 
The  purchafe  of  his  blood  ; 
To>day  Jehovah  keeps  a  feaft 
For  all  the  fons  of  God. 

z  The  bread  of  God  is  freely  giv'n, 

The  food  of  faints  above  ; 
That  living  bread  fent  down  from  heav'n, 

The  fruit  of  pard'ning  love. 

3  Lo  !  Chrift  our  fliepherd  gave  his  life 
To  anfwer  all  our  need  ; 

His  body  crucify'd,  is  meat, 
His  blood  is  drink  indeed. 

4  Ye  hungry,  thirfty  fouls  draw  near, 
And  living  bread  receive ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        117 

Tafte  the  provifion  of  your  God, 
And  freely  eat  and  live. 

CXXX.     Another, 

ARISE,  my  foul,  with  wonder  fee 
What  love  divine  for  thee  hath  done  ; 
Behold  thy  forrow,  fin  and  grief, 
Are  laid  on  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  See  !  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  htt9 
Sorrow  and  grief  flow  mingling  down  ; 

DM  e'er  fuch  love  fuch  forrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  £0  bright  a  crown  ? 

3  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine,. 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall : 

Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all? 

CXXXI.     Remembrance  cf  Qhriji  in  the  Supper, 

CHRIST,  in  that  night  he  was  betray'd, 
Took  bread,  gave  thanks,  it  break  and  faid 
My  broken  body  here  you  fee, 
Take,  eat  it,  and  remember  me. 

2  Thus.alfo  he  the  cup  did  take  ; 
Here's  fealing  blood,  fhed  for  your  fake  : 
Which  doth  my  teil'ment  ratify  ; 

Let  all  drink  and  remember  me. 

3  Your  pardon,  with  what's  for  your  good, 
Is  purchas'd  with  my  deareil  blood  : 

My  blood  to  you  makes  pardon  free  ; 
In  drinking  then  remember  me. 

4  For  hungry  fouls  here's  manna  rare, 
God  fends  from  heaven  for  your  fare  : 
This  manna  falls  now  plentiouily  ; 

In  eating  then  remember  me. 

5  Here  God  fets  on  a  throne  of  grace, 
Where  iinful  men  may  fee  his  face  ; 
My  blood  procures  your  accefs  free  ; 
In  drinking  then  remember  me. 

6  See  here  the  tree  of  life  with  fruit 

And  leaves  which  heal,  and  flrength  recruit  jj 


iiS  DIVINE    HYMNS,  or. 

Thefe  I  (hake  down,  poor  foul  to  thee  i 
Eat  freely,  and  remember  me. 

7  See  Jacob's  ladder  here  fet  up, 
A  convenanting  God  at  top  ; 

Climb  and  God  will  trahfaft  with  thee  : 
In  doing  this  remember  me. 

8  Here  runs  of  life  the  river  pure, 

Which  our  foul's  wounds  doth  cleanfeand  cure  ; 
It  freely  runs  to  all,  you  fee  ; 
In  drinking  then  remember  me# 

CXXXII.     Marriage  Hymn. 

LORD,  from  thy  throne  of  flowing  grace, 
Thy  choiceft  blefftng  give  ; 
And  on  thy  fervants  caufe  thy  face 
To  mine,  and  they  (hall  live. 

2  Enrich  them  with  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
Unite  their  hearts  in  love ; 

May  they  in  all  thy  holy  ways. 
To  thee  themfelves  approve. 

3  Let  harmony  and  holy  love, 
And  friendfhip  ever  run 

Thro'  all  their  thot's  and  life,  to  prove, 
Of  twain  they  now  are  one. 

4  Allure  them,  Jefus,  with  thy  charms, 
And  joyfully  they'll  flee, 

By  faith  and  love  into  thine  arms, 
And  thus  be  one  in  thee. 

5  Adorn  their  houfe,  adorn  their  ways, 
With  fruit  divinely  fair  : 

So  in  this  world  they'll  (hew  thy  praife, 
In  th*  next  thy  glory  fhare. 

CXXXIII.     The  Beggat  >s  Prayer. 

ENCOURAG'D  by  thy  word 
Of  promife  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy-door— 
No  hand,  no  heart,  dear  Lord  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         n9 

z  The  beggar's  ufual  plea, 

Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  offer'd  unto  thee 

I  know  thou  wouldft  difdain  ; 
But  thofe  which  move  thy  gracious  ear 
Are  fuch  as  men  would  fcorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  fay- 
That  tho'  I  now  am  poor, 

Yet  once  there  was  a  day 

When  I  poffefied  more  ! 
Thou  knoweft  from  my  very  birth, 
I've  been  the  pooreft  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profefs, 
As  beggars  often  do, 

Tho'  great  is  my  diftrefs, 

My  faults  have  been  but  few  ; 
If  thou  ftiouldft  leave  my  foul  to  ftarve, 
It  would  be  what  I  mould  deferve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before, 

And  if  thou  now  befriend, 

I'll  trouble  thee  no  more  ; 
Thou  often  haft  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  muft  come  again. 

6  Tho*  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  fuch  a  wretch  as  I, 

No  lefs  than  children's  food 
My  foul  can  fatisfy  : 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go  ; 

1  muft  have  all  thou  canft  beftow.  „ 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be 
Thy  bounties  to  conceal 

From  others,  who  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  hunger  feel  ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  ftore, 
And  try  to  fend  a  thoufand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  wife, 
Our  tho'ts  and  ways  tranfcend, 

Far  as  the  arched  Ikies 


120  DIVINE    HrMNS,oK 

Above  this  earth  extend — 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  bear, 
But  God  receives  a  beggar's  prayer. 

CXXXIV.     For  the  New  Tear. 

HAIL  the  new  year  that's  now  begun, 
Now  let  us  all  to  God  return  ; 
From  finful  ways  may  we  all  ceale, 
And  with  each  other  live  in  peace. 

2  While  thoufands  have  been  call'd  away,- 
Yet  ftill  we  live  to  fee  the  day  : 

With  thanks  to  God  then  all  draw  near 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

3  Wh.ie  fome  are  Tick  and  fome  eonfin'd, 
Others  depriv'd  of  fenfe  and  mind, 

We  yet  retain  them  bright  and  clear, 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

4  Then  let  us  all  to  God  repair, 
And  ofrer  him  our  praife  and  pray'r : 
Now  unto  him  may  we  draw  near, 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

5  And  now  forfake  all  vice  and  fin, 
And  the*  new  year  with  God  begin  ; 
Then*  with  great  joy  we  mail  appear 
To  celebrate  the  ha^py  year. 

9  Then  truly  happy  fuch  will  be, 
Who  from  all  fin  do  always  flee  : 
And  unto  Chrift  will  now  give -ear. 
Such  we  do  wifli  a  happy  year. 

7  All  then  who  fee  their  undone  ftate, 
Leaving  their  all  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 

To  fuch  we  can  with  joy  fincere, 
Wim  them  a  happy,  happy  year. 

8  All  thofe  who  are  now  born  again, 
And  in 'Chrift  Jefus  do  remain, 

All  fuch  as  thofe  we  need  not  fear, 
They  will  enjoy  a  happy  year. 

9  But  true  religion  ftill  we  find, 
Gives  the  moft  peace  unto  the  mind  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         121 

Poffeffors  of  it  will  appear, 
To  wifh  us  all  a  happy  year. 

CXXXV.     Compofed  on  the  death  of  a  Wife, 

HOW  vain  are  the  pleafures  of  time, 
How  fond  are  vain  mortals  of  life, 
There's  nought  of  the  heav'nly  fublime, 
'     There's  nought  bur  confufion  and  ftrife. 

2  My  bride,  the  dear  wife  of  my  youth, 
Lies  panting  and  gafping  for  breath, 

More  pleas'd  with  the  beauties  of  truth 
And  blefc'd  in  th'  embraces  of  death. 

3  Her  druggies  are  long  and  fevere, 
While  ftruggiing  and  coughing  (he  fmiles, 

Sa'ing,  Jefus  has  made  me  his  care, 
I  foon  (hall  forget  all  my  toils. 

4  She  calls  for  the  chariot  of  Chrift, 
How  (lowly  it  moves  on  the  way, 

How  long,  my  Lord  Jefus  (he  cries, 
How  long  have  I  here  for  to  ftay  ? 

5  Yet  Jefus  is  faithful  to  me, 

He  pities  the  pains  I  now  feel  ; 
I  fhall  not  outftay  his  decree, 
He  gives  me  his  love  as  a  (eal. 

6  Farewel  my  dear  huiband,  faith  fhe, 
Now  from  your  kind  bofom  I  leap, 

With  Jefus  my  bridegroom  to  be, 
My  flefh  in  the  tomb  for  to  (leep. 

7  And  thus  (he  continued  to  cry 
For  patience  to  wait  for  the  word, 

Till  from  us  (lie  leap'd,  and  did  fly, 
Forever  to  dwell  with  the  Lord. 

8  Now  like  a  difconfolate  dove, 

I'm  left,  all  alone  for  to  mourn  ;  js 

O  may  the  kind  powers  above  ..:., 

Shew  pity  to  me  while  alone. 

9  I  look  thro'  the  rooms  of  my  houfe, 
Each  door  on  its  hinges  doth  mourn, 

L 


222  DIVINE   HTMNS,  ok 

While  fearching  I  find  not  my  fpoufe, 
Nor  will  flie  to  me  e'er  return. 

jo  How  lonefome  my  table  to  me, 
How  empty  the  place  where  (he  fat, 

What  lonefome  devotion  I  pay, 
Where  once  we  fo  fweetly  did  meet. 

1 1  And  ftill  for  to  heighten  my  grief, 
My  fons  a  kind  mother  have  loft, 

They  can't  go  to  her  for  relief, 
O  may  they  in  God  pet  their  truft. 

12  And  (hall  I  indulge  my  complaint, 
And  tell  you  how  lonefome  my  bed  ; 

And  try  all  my  feelings  to  paint, 
And  fix  to  each  note  a  dark  fhade  ? 

13  There's  npne  that  can  learn  my  complaint, 
UnJefs  it  is  ftamp'd  on  their  heart ; 

Not  all  that  gay  heathens  can  paint 
Can  tell  how  true  lovers  do  part. 

14.  But  thofe  who  have  loft  their  bed:  part, 
Torn  from  them,  ftill  leaving  the  wound, 

May  guefs  how  I  feel  at  my  heart, 

And  notes  of  this  kind  they  can  found. 

15  My  paflions  will  lead  me  too  far, 
My  grief  I  will  leave  with  the  Lord  ; 

I  truft  I  mail  fliortly  go  where 

Vain  paffion  can't  lead  from  his  word. 

16  My  lyric  I  now  will  conclude, 

And  pleas'd  with  the  tho'ts  of  releafe 
From  troubles  that  me  do  furround, 
To  dwell  in  the  regions  of  peace. 

17  While  I  think  of  concluding  my  fong, 
Methinks  (he  bends  downward  her  wings 

And  whifpers  you're  not  to  ftay  long, 
You'll  ihortly  come  home  to  our  King. 

18  She  now  views  more  wonder  at  once, 
Than  ages  on  earth  can  relate, 

From  nation  to  nation  flie  runs, 
Then  mounts  to  the  heavenly  feat. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         12 > 

19  There  waiting  for  further  commands, 
At  length  (he's  dire&ed  to  fly 

To  further  inhabited  lands, 

New  glories  and  wonders  to  fpy, 

20  And  while  fhe  their  beauties  behold, 
She  having  her  lyre  well  ftrung, 

Mounts  up  in  a  chariot  of  gold, 
And  ftrikes  an  eternal  new  fong. 

21  How  long,  my  dear  Jefus,  how  long, 
Ere  I  (hall  come  home  to  my  King, 

And  join  that  eternal  new  fong, 
And  with  my  kind  Efther  to  fing  ? 

22  It  is  but  a  moment  or  two, 

I  have  in  this  world  for  to  (lay, 
Before  I  fliall  leap  and  muft  go 
To  fing  in  the  regions  of  day. 

23  With  patience  I'll  wait  for  the  morn, 
Nor  think  the  dark  moments  are  long, 

Until  my  Lord  Jefus  return, 
Then  join  the  angelical  fong. 

CXXXVI.     On  the  great  duty  of  Prayer. 

WHAT  var'ous  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  feat ; 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r, 
But  wilhes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darkeft  clouds  withdraw, 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  faw  ; 

Gives  exercife  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  ev'ry  blefling  from  above. 

3  Reftraining  pray'r  we  ceafe  to  fight, 
Pray'r  makes  the  chriftian  armour  bright  ! 
And  fatan  trembles  when  he  fees 

The  weakeft  faint  upon  his  knees, 

4  When  Mofes  ftocd  with  arms  fpread  wide, 
Succefs  was  found  on  Ifr'el's  fide  ; 

But  when  through  wearinefs  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amaleck  prevail'd. 
K2 


i34         DIVINE    HTMlfS,  or 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creatures'  ears 
With  the  fad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

6  Were  half  our  breath,  thus  vainly  fpenr, 
To  heav'n  in  Amplication  fent* 

Our  chearful  fongs  would  often  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 

CXXXVJI.     The  Work  of  a  Mimjier. 

BEFORE  thy  throne,  eternal  King, 
Thy  minifters  their  tribute  bring  ; 
Their  tribute  of  united  praife, 
For  heav'nly  news  and  peaceful  days. 

2  We  fing  the  conqueft  of  thy  fword, 
And  publifhloud  thy  healing  word — 
WHile  angels  found  thy  glorious  name, 
Thy  faving  grace  our  lips  proclaim. 

3  Thy  various  fervice  we  efteem, 
Our  fweet  employ,  our  blifs  fupreme, 
And  while  we  feel  thy  heav'nly  love, 
We  burn  like  feraphims  above. 

4  No  feraphs  there  can  ever  raife, 
With  us  an  equal  fong  of  praife — 
They  are  the  nobleft  work   of  God, 
But  we  the  purchafe  of  his  blood. 

5  Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound, 
Still  prune  the  vine,  or  plow  the  ground  ; 
Thy  Iheep  with  wholefome  pafture  feed, 
And  watch  them  with  unweary'd  heed. 

6  Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
Our  care  below,  our  crown  above  ; 

praife  Hi  a  1 1  be  our  beft  employ, 
Thy  pretence  our  eternal  joy. 

CXXXVIIL     Chrifis  Crucifixion, 

JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
The  wine  prefs  treads  alone, 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up> 
By  his  expiring  groan— 


SP  1  RITUAL    SONGS,        125 

Lo  !  the  pow'rs  of  heav'n  he  (hakes, 

Nature  in  convulfion  lies, 
Earth's  profoundeft  centre  quakes, 

The  great  Jehovah  dies. 

2  Dies  the  glorious  caufe  of  all, 
The  true  eternal  plan, 

Falls  to  raife  us   from  our  fall, 

To  ranfom  finful  man — 
Well  may  Sol  withdraw  his  light, 

With  the  fuff  'rer  fympathize, 
Leave  the  world  in  fudden  night, 

While  his  Creator  dies. 

3  O  my  God  t  he  dies  for  me, 
I  feel  the  mortal  fmart  ! 

See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

A  fight  that  breaks  my  heart  1 
O  that  all  to  thee  might  turn  ! 

Sinners  ye  may  love  him  too  ; 
Look  on  him,  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 

For  one  who  dy'd  for  you. 

4  Weep  o'er  your  defire  and  hope 
With  tears  of  humbled  love  ; 

Sing,  for  Jefus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthron'd  above  ; 
Lives  our  head   to  die  no  more, 

Pow'r  is  all  to  Jefus  giv'n,  . 
Worfhip'd  as  he  was  before, 

Th'  immortal  King  of  heav'n. 

CXXXIX.     Cbrift's  Afcenfio*. 

HAIL  the  day  that  fees  him  rife, 
Raviih'd  from  our  wimful  eyes  ; 
Chrift  a  while  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Re-afcends  his  native  heav'n  ; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits  ; 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
<(  Wide  unfold  the  radient  fcene, 
"  Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  I" 
2  Him  tho'  higheft  heav'n  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  5 

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i26  DIVINE   HYMNS,  o- 

Tho'  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  the  world  his  own  ; 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Next  himfelf  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Maiter  (may  we  ever  fay) 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  thy  faithful  fervant,  fee,. 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 

Grant,  tho'  parted  from  our  fight., 
High  above  yon  azure  height — 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rife, 
Foll'wing  thee  beyond  the  Ikies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wmgs  of  love, 
Looking  when  our  Lord  (hall  come, 
Longing,  griping  after  home  ; 
There  we  fhall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endlefs  reign, 
There  thy  face  unclouded  fee, 
Find  our  heav'n  a  heav'n  in  thee. 

CXL.     For  a  perjon  under  Temptation, 

JESUS,  lever  of  my  foul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly, 
Y/hile  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempeft  ftiil  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  paft, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O  receive  my  foul  at  lair  ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee— - 
Leave,  ah  1  leave.me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  comfort  me  ; 
AH  my  trull  on  thee  is  fUy'd, 

All  mine  help  from  thee  1  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  head 

Y:hh  the  fliadqw  of  thy  wing. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         127 

3  Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want,      • 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 

Raife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  fkk  and  lead  the  blind. 
Juft  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteouihefs  ! 
Vile  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  I  found, 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  fin  ; 

Let  the  healing  dreams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee, 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rife  to  all  eternity. 

CXLI.     The  Chrijlian's  complaint  and  prayir  for 
the  Impenitent. 

AH  woe  is  me,  conftrain'd  to  dwell 
Among  the  fons  of  night  : 
Poor  finners  dropping  into. hell, 

Who  hate  the  gofpel  light  ; 
Wild  as  the  untam'd  Arab's  race, 

Who  from  their  Saviour  fly  ; 
And  trample  on  his  pard'ning  grace, 
And  all  his  threats  defy. 

2  Yet  here  alas  !  in  pain  I  live, 
Where  fatan  keeps  his  feat  ; 

And  day  by  day,  for  thofj  I  grieve 

Who  will  to  fin  fubrnit  ; 
With  guming  eyes  their  deeds  I  fee, 

Their  puniihment  is  nigh, 
I  aflt  with  him  who  ranfom'd  rue, 

Why  will  you  fin  and  die  ? 

3  Jefus,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Difplay  thy  faving  pow'r  ; 

Thy  mercy  let  thofe  outcafts  find, 
To  know  thy  gracious  hour,       ** 

Ah  !  give  them  Lord  a  longer  fpacc  ; 
Nor  fuddenly  confume, 


I23  DIVINE   HTMNS,  ok 

But  let  them  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

4  Open  their  eyes  and  ears  to  fee 

Thy  crof's,  to  hear  the  cries, 
Sinner  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 

For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 
All  the  day  long  he  meekly  ftands; 

His  rebels  to  receive  ; 
And  fhew  his  wounds,  and  fpreads  his  hands, 

And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 


CXLII.     The  Tear  of  Jubilee. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  folemn  found  ; 
Let  all  the  Nations  know 

To  earth's  remoteft  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  : 
Return  ye  ranfom'd  Tinners  home  ! 

2  The  gofpel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heav'nly  grace  : 

Ye  happy  fouls  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return  to  your  eternal  home  ! 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 

Redemption  in  his  blood, 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ranibm'd  finners  home. 

CXLIII.     Prji/ffor  the  Hope  of  Glory, 

I  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
Alas  how  can  I  fing  ! 
My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang, 
Diftun'd  in  ev'ry  firing. 

2  My  mufic  is  a  captive's  chain  ; 
Hafh  founds  my  ears  do  fill  ; 

v  (hall  I  fing  i'vveet  Zion's  fongs., 
On  this  fide  Zion's  hill  ? 


SPIRITUAL-SONGS.  129 

3  Yet  low  !  I  hear  the  joyful  found, 
Surely  I'll  quickly  come  ! 

Each  word  much  fweetnefs  doth  diftill, 
Like  a  full  honey  comb. 

4  And  doft  thou  come  my  deareft  Lord  ? 
And  doft  thou  furely  come  ? 

And  doft  thoti  furely  quickly  come  f 
Methinks  I  am  at  home. 

5  Come  then  my  deareft,  deareft  Lord, 
My  fweeteft,  fureft  friend  ; 

Come  for  I  loath  thefe  Keder  tents  ! 
The  fiery  chariot  fend. 

6  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ; 
My  Jefus  is  not  here  ; 

Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  bleft  until 
My  Jefus  doth  appear. 

7  My  Jefus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n 
To  get  a  place  for  me  ; 

For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  is 
There  fhould  his  fervants  be. 

8  Canaan  I  view  from  Pifgah's  top,. 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  tafte  ; 

My  Lord  who  fends  unto  me  here, 
Will  fend  for  me  at  laft. 

9  I  have  a  God  rfjta't  changeth  not, 
Why  fhould  I  be  perplext  ? 

My  God  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 
Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

10  My  deareft  friends  *hey  dwell  above, 
Them  will  I  go  to  fee  ; 

And  all  my  friends  in  Chrift  below,' 
Will  foon  come  after  me. 

CXLIV-      The  Sinner's  Fears. 

ALAS  !  for  I  have  feen  the  Lord, 
.  With  a  drawn  fword  he  flood  ; 
Now  might  he  fheathe  it  in  my  flefh, 

And  bathe  it  in  my  blood, 
2  I've  dar'd  him  with  my  mighty  fins, 
As  it  he  was  too  flow  ; 


130  DIVINE    HYMNS,  ok 

But  now  he  comes  both  arm'd  and  girt, 
As  an  enraged  foe. 

3  What  mail  a  guilty  finner  do, 
When  juftice  does  appear  ? 

O  whither  fhall  I  flee  from  him, 
Whofe  place  is  ev'ry  where  ? 

4  As  I  can  neither  ftand  nor  fly, 
So  neither  can  I  bear 

The  mighty  hand  which  grinds  the  rocks, 
And  dcth  foundations  tare. 

5  My  pale,  my  poor,  my  trembling  foul, 
Does  ftart  at  ev'ry  thing  ; 

It  hourly  fears  huge  hofts  of  wrath 
From  this  incenfed  King. 

6  Should  he  but  his  commiflion  grant, 

All  creatures  would  engage 
Againft  me  as  their  foe  piofefs'd, 
With  an  united  rage. 

7  My  fears  are  juft,  1  deferve  hell, 
And  'tis  my  proper  hire  ; 

But  who  can  dwell;  O  who  can  dwell 

With  everlafting  fire  ; 
CXLV.     The    Unknown    World.  — Com fojed  on  the 
lolling  of  a  BelL 

HARK  !  my  gay  friends,  that  folemn  toll 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  foul  1 
Tis  gone,  that's  all,  we  know  not  where, 
Or  how  th'  unbody'd  foul  doth  fare. 

2  In  that  myfterious  world,  none  knows, 
But  God  alone,  to  whom  it  goes  ; 

To  whom  departed  fouls  return, 

To  take  their  doom,  to  fmile  or  mourn. 

3  Oh  !  by  what  glim'ring  light  we  view 
The  unknown  world,  we're  haft'ning  to  ! 
God  has  lock'd  up  the  myftic  page, 
And  curtain'd  darknefs  round  the  ftage  1 

4  Wife  heav'n  to  render  fearch  perplex'd, 
Has  drawn  'twixt  this  world  and  the  next 


S  P  1RITUAL    SONGS.          i3i 

A  dark  impenetrable  fcreen, 
All  behind  which  is  yet  unfeen  ! 

5  We  talk  of  heav'n,  we  talk  of  liell  ; 
Eut  what  they  mean  no  tongue  can  tell  ; 
*Heav'n  is  the  realm  where  angels  are, 
And  hell  the  chaos  of  defpair  ! 

6  But  what  thefe  awful  words  imply, 
None  of  us  know  until  v.e  die  I 
Whether  we  will  or  no  we  muft 
Take  the  fucceeding  vvoild  on  trull. 

7  This  hour  perhaps  our  friend  is  well, 
Death  ftruck  the  next,  he  cries  farewel. 
I  die  !  and  then,  for  ought  we  fee, 
Ceafes  at  once  to  breathe  and  be. 

8  Thus  launch'd  from  life's  ambiguous  fliore, 
Ingulf 'd  in  death,  appears  no  more  ; 

Then  undirected  to  repair 

To  diftant  worlds,  we  know  not  where. 

9  Swift  flies  the  foul,  perhaps 'tis  gone 
A  thoufand  leagues  beyond  the  fun, 

Or  twice  ten  thoufand  more  thrice  told, 
Ere  the  forfaken  clay  is  cold  ! 

io  And  yet  who  knows  if  friends  we  lov'd 
Tho'  dead,  may  be  fo  far  remov'd  ! 
Only  this  veil  of  flefli  between, 
Perhaps  they  watch  us  though  unfeen. 

1 1  Whilft  we  their  lofs  lamenting  fay, 
They're  out  of  hearing,  far  away  ; 
Guardians  to  us  perhaps  they're  near, 
Conceal'd  in  vehicles  of  air. 

iz  And  yet  no  notices  they  give, 
Nor  tell  us  where,  or  how  they  live  ; 
Tho'  confeious,  whilft  with  us  below, 
How  much  themfelves  defir'd  to  know  : 

13   As  if  bound  up  by  folemn  fate, 
To  keep  this  fecret  of  their  ftate, 
To  tell  their  joys  or  pain  to  none, 
That  man  might  live  by  faith  alone,. 


332         ..  DIVINE    HTMNS,  ok 

14  Well,  let  my  fov'reign,  if  he  pleafe, 
Lock  up  his  marvellous  decrees  ; 
Why  fliould  I  wifh  him  to  reveal, 
What  he  thinks  proper  to  conceal  ? 

15  It  is  enough  that  I  believe. 
Heav'n's  brighter  than  I  can  conceive, 
And  he  that  makes  it  all  his  care 

To  ferve  God  here  fhall  fee  him  there  ! 

16  But  oh  !  what  worlds  fhall  I  furvey, 
The  moment  that  1  leave  this  day  ? 
How  fudden  the  furprife,  how  new  ! 
Let  it  my  God  be  happy  too. 

GXLVI.      On   the  bardnefs  of the.  Heart v 

OFOR  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  take  the  ftubborn  done  away  ; 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rent,  the  earth  can  quake  ; 
The  fea  can  roar,  the  mountains  (hake  ; 

Of  feeling  all  things  (hew  fome  fign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought)   which  devils  fear  ; 
Goodnefs  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  ftir  this  ftupid  heart  of  mine. 

4  To  hear  the  forrow  thou  haft  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adament  would  melt, 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  fomething  much  I  need  ; 
Thy  fpirit  can  from  drofs  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 
CXLVII.     The  Eternity   of  God,  and   man's  mor- 
tality*  Pf.  xc. 
LORD,  thou  haft  been  thy  childrens'^God, 
All  powerful,  wife,  and  good,  and  juft, 
In  every  age  their  fate  abode, 

Their  hope,  their  refuge,  and  their  truft. 


SP  IRITUAL    SONGS.        133 

Z  Before  thy  word  gave  nature  birth, 
Or  fpread  the  ftarry  heav'ns  abroad, 

Or  form'd  the  varied  face  of  earth, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God. 

3  Great  Father  of  eternity, 

How  ftiort  are  ages  in  thy  light  ! 
A  thoufand  years,  how  fwift  they  fly, 
Like  one  fhort  filent  watch  of  night. 

4  Uncertain  life,  how  foon  it  flies  ! 
Dream  of  an  hour,  how  fhort  our  bloom  ! 

Like  fpring's  gay  verdure  now  we  rife, 
Cut  down  ere  night  to  fill  the  tomb. 

5  Teach  us  to  count  our  fhort'ning  days. 
And  with  true  diligence  apply 

Our  hearts  to  wifdom's  facred  ways, 
That  we  may  learn  to  live  and  die, 

6  O  make  our  facred  pleafures  rife, 
In  fweet  proportion  to  our  pains, 

'Till  e'en  the  fad  remembrance  dies, 
Nor  one  uneafy  thought  complains. 

7  [Let  thy  almighty  work  appear, 
With  pow'r  and  evidence  divine  ; 

And  may  the  blifs  thy  fervants  fhare, 
Continued  to  their  children  mine. 

8  Thy  glorious  image  fair  impreft, 
Let  all  our  hearts  and  lives  declare  ; 

Beneath  thy  kind  protection  bleft, 
May  all  our  labours  own  thy  care.] 

CXLVIII.     The  Qoodnefs  of  God,  Nahum  i.  7. 

YE  humble  fouls,  approach  your  God, 
With  fongs  of  facred  praife, 
For  he  is  good,   immenfely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care,, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 

M 


m         DIVINE   HTMNS,  o*. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 
To  ranfom  rebel  worms  ; 

'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodnefs  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  Refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 

A  fafe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  ftorms  of  trouble  rife. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds  with  kind  regard, 
The  fouls  who  truft  in  thee  ; 

Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  blifs  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 
What  honors  fhall  we  raife  ? 

Not  all  the  raptur'd  fongs  above 
Can  render  equal  praife. 

CXLIX,       The  Loving-kindnefs  of  the  Lord, 

Ifa,  lxiii.  7. 

AWAKE  my  foul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  fing  thy  great  redeemer's  praife, 
He  juftly  claims  a  fong  from  me, 
His  Loving-kindnefs  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  faw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithftandiag  all  ; 
He  fav'd  me  from  my  loft  eftate, 
His  Loving-kindnefs  O  how  great  ! 

3  Tho'  numerous  hofts  of  mighty  foes, 
Tho*  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppofe, 
He  fafely  leads  my  foul  along, 

His  loving-kindnefs,  O  how  ftrong  ! 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  foul  has  always  flood, 

His  loving  kindnefs,  O  how  good  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  finful  heart, 
JProne  from  my  Jefus  to  dtuart  ; 
But  tho'  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindnefs,  changes  not. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        155 

6  Soon  (hall  I  pafs  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  muft  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  laft  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindnefs  fing  in  death  1 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  foar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endlefs  day  ; 
And  fing  with  rapture  and  furprife, 
His  loving  kindnefs  in  the  fkies. 

CL.     The  Travellers'  Pfalm. 

HOW  are  thy  fervants  bleft,  O  Lord, 
How  fure  is  their  defence  1 
Eternal  wifdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care, 

Thro'  burning  climes  they  pafs  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempeft  borne, 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 

They  know  thou  art  not  flow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  fave, 

4  The  ftorm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 
Obedient  to  thy  will  : 

The  fea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  ftill. 

5  In  'midft  of  dangers,  fears  and  death 
Thy  goodnefs  we'll  adore, 

We'll  praife  thee  for  thy  mercies  pall, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preferv'ft  that  life, 
Thy  facriflce  (hall  be  ; 

And  death,  when  death  mall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  fouls  to  thee. 

CLI.     The  excellency  and fufficiency  of  the  Holy 
Scriptures. 

FATHER  of  Mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endlefs  glory  Ihines  ! 
M  z 


i36  DIVINE   HYMNS,  o% 

Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  thefe  celeftial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  fons  of  want 
Exhauftlefs  riches  find  ; 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lafting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repaft, 

Sublimer  fweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  tafte. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice, 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 

And  life,  and  everlafting  joys 
Attend  the  blifsful  found. 

5  O  may  thefe  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight  ; 

And  ftill  new  beauties  may  I  fee, 
And  ftill  increafing  light ! 

6  Divine  inftruftor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near, 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  facred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

CLII.     The  Go/pel  of  Chrift. 

GOD,  in  the  gofpel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  councils  known  $ 
'Tis  here  his  richeft  mercy  mines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  faireft  lines. 

2  Here  finners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  tafte  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name  j 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood 
Severely  juft,  immenfely  good. 

3  Here  Jefus,  in  ten  thoufand  wrys, 
%His  foul  attracting  charms  difplays, 

Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  ftrains. 

4  Wifdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 


S  P  IR1TUAL    SONGS.        137 

Its  influence  makes  the  finner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  faints  revive. 

5  Our  raging  pafiions  it  controuls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  fouls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

6  May  this  bleft  volume  ever  lie 
Clofe  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  laft  hour  my  foul  engage, 
And  be  my  chofen  heritage  1 

CLIII.  •  The  Go/pel  worthy  of  all  acceptation , 

1  Tim,  i.  15. 

JESUS,  th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 
J     Whom  Seraphim  obey, 
The  bofom  of  the  Father  leaves, 
And  enters  human  clay  : 

2  Into  our  finful  world  he  comes, 
The  meffenger  of  grace, 

And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires, 
A  victim  in  our  place. 

3  Tranfgreffors  of  the  deepeft  ftain, 
In  him  falvation  find  : 

His  blood  removes  the  fouleft  guilt, 
His  fpirit  heals  the  mind. 

4  Our  Jefus  faves  from  fin  and  hell, 
His  words  are  true  and  fure, 

And  on  this  rock  our  faith  may  reft: 
Immoveably  fecure. 

5  O  let  thefe  tidings  be  receiv'd 
With  univerfal  joy, 

And  let  the  high  angelic  praife 
Our  tuneful  powers  employ  ! 

6  "  Glory  to  God  who  gave  his  Sort 
*e  To  bear  our  fname   and  pain  : 

ce  Hence  peace  on  earth,  and  grace  to  mea 
(t  In  endlels  bleflings  reign, " 

M3 


i3*  DIVINE    HYMNS,  ok 

CLIV     Support  in  God's^ovenant  under  trouble, 
2  Sam.  xxiii.  5. 

MY  God,  the  covenant  ot  thy  love 
Abides  forever  fure, 
And  in  its  matchlefs  grace  I  feel 
My  happinefs  fecure. 

2  What  tho'  my  houfe  be  not  with  thee, 
As  nature  could  defire  ? 

To  nobler  joys  than  nature  gives, 
Thy  fervants  all  afpire. 

3  Since  thou,  the  everlafting  God, 
My  father  art  become  ; 

Jefus,  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home  ; 

4  I  welcome  all  thy  fov'reign  will  ; 
For  all  that   will  is  love  : 

And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dofl, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

5  Thy  covenant  the  laft  accent  claims 
Of  this  poor  fault'ring  tongue  ; 

And  that  mall  the  firft   notes  employ 
Of  my  celeftial  fong. 

CLV.     It  is  Jinijbed — John  xix.  30. 
^^"■"-"MS  finim'd,  fo  the  Saviour  cried, 

j[     And  meekly  bovv'd  his  head  and  died, 
'Tis  flnifh'd— yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finifh'd — all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  faid 

Is  now  fulfilPd,  as  was  defign'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finifh'd  —  Aaron  now  no  more 
Muft  ftain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  ; 
The  facred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 

And  Jewifli  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finifh'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  fins  of  every  kind  atone  : 
Millions  mall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this  my  laft  expiring  breath. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         i3$ 

5  'Tis  finilh'd — Heav'n  is  reconcird, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darknefs  fpoil'd  ! 
Peace,  love  and  happinefs  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  finful  men. 

6  'Tis  £nifh'd--let  the  joyful  found 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 

'Tis  finifh'd— let  the  echo  fly 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  thro*  earth  and  Iky. 

CLVI,     The  converted  Thief— -Luke  xxiii.   42. 

AS  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  dy'd, 
He  pour'd  falvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languifh'd  at  his  fide. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  fhame, 
The  penitent  confefs'd  ; 

Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Chrift, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addrefs'd  : 

3  "  Jefus,  thou  fon  and  heir  of  heaven, 
"  Thou  fpotlefs  Lamb  of  God, 

"  I  fee  thee  bath'd  in  fweat  and  tears, 
*f  And  welt'ringin  thy  blood. 

4  '.'  Yet  quickly  from  thefe  fcenes  of  woe 
"  Tn  triumph  thou  (halt  rife, 

"  Burfl  through  the  gloomy  lhades  of  death, 
"  And  mine  above  the  Ikies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
<e  Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me  : 

**  And  in  the  vicVries  of  thy  death 
"  Let  me  a  fharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jefus  hears, 
And  inftantly  replies, 

st  To-day  thy  parting  foul  fhall  be 
"  With  me  in  Paradife." 

CLVII.     Pardoning  Love,  Jer.  iii.  22.  Hof.  xiv.4, 

HOW  oft,  aJas,  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart,, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 


Ho  DIPINE    HrMN$,OK 

2  Yet  fovereign  mercy  calls,  return  : 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  I 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canft  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive. 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 

And  fhall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  pow'r 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 

That  can  to  life  and  blifs  reftore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  fo  free,  fo  fweet, 
Dear  Saviour  I  adore  ; 

O  keep  me  at  thy  facred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

CLVIII.     Let  the  wicked for/ah  his  nvcj,  1)Si 
Ifa.  lv.  7. 

SINNERS  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 
'Tis  mercy  fpeaks  to-day, 
He  calls  you  by  his  fovereign  word, 
From  fins'  deftruclive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  fea,  that  cannot  reft, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace,  i 

A  thoufand  flings  within  your  breaft, 
Deprive  your  fouls  of  eafe. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  Hell  ; 
Why  will  you  perfevere  ? 

Can  you  in  endlefs  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  defpair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  fin  and  folly  go  ? 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe. 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  fhall  live. 
Thro'  his  abounding  gract  ; 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  thofe  that  feek  his  face* 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         141 

6  Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  word, 
Renouncing  every  fin  ; 

Submit  to  him  your  fovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  higheft  thoughts, 
He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 

He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Thro'  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

CLIX.   The  Saviour's  Invitation,   John  vii.  37- 

THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  found  ; 
Ye  doubting  fouls,  difmifs  your  fear, 
Hope  fmiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirfty  longing  heart, 
Here  dreams  of  bounty  flow, 

And  life,  and  health,  and  blifs  impart, 
To  banifh  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  fprings  of  facred  pleafure  rife 
To  eafe  your  every  pain, 

(Immortal  fountain  1  full  fupplies !) 
Nor  fhall  you  third  in  vain. 

4  Ye  finners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 
The  gracious  call  obey  ; 

Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  relu&ant  hearts, 
To  thee  let  finners  fly  ; 

And  take  the  blifs  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 
CLX.     As   thy    Days,  Jo  Jhall    thy    Strength  be, 
Deut.  xxxiii.  25. 

AFFLICTED  faint,  to  Chrift  draw    near 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promife  hear  ; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
T.hat  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  (hall  be. 
2  Let  not  thy  heart  defpond  and  fay, 
"  How  (hall  I  ftand  the  trying  day  ?" 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 


i42  DIVINE    HTMNS,ok 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  ftrong, 
And  if  the  conflict  mould  belong, 

Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee  5 
For  as  thy  days  thy  ftrength  fhall  be, 

4  Should  perfecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  truft  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  fhalt  fee, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  crofs, 
Or  fore  affliction,  pain  or  lofs, 

Or  deep  diftrefs,  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 

6  When  ghaftly  death  appears  in  view, 
Chrift's  prefence  fhall  thy  fears  fubdue  ; 
He  conies  to  fet  thy  fpirit  free, 

And  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 

CLXI.      The  Kingdom  ofCbrifi,  Phil.  IV.  4, 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks*  and  fing, 

And  triumph  evermore  ! 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  faints  rejoice. 

2  Rejoice  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 

When  he  had  purg'd  our  ftains, 

Ke  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  faints  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  5 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  faints  rejoice. 

4  He  all  his  foes  fhall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  fins  deftrby  j 

And  every  bofom  fwell 
With  pure  feraphic  joy  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         14,3 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  faints  rejoice. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  Judge  (hall  come, 
And  take  his  fervants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  foon  fhall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  fhall  found,  rejoice. 
CLXII.     Corner  ftone—\  Pet.  ii,  6.— Ifa.  xxviii. 
16.  17. 

LORD,  doft  thou  fhew  a  corner  ftone 
For  us  to  build  our  hopes  upon, 
That  the  fair  edifice  may  rife 
Sublime  in  light  beyond  the  fkies  ? 

2  We  own  the  work  of  fove reign  love  ; 
Nor  death  nor  hell  thefe  hopes  fhall  move, 
Which  fix'd  on  this  foundation  ftand, 
Laid  by  thy  own  almighty  band. 

3  Thy  people  long  this  ftone  have  try'd, 
And  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  defy'd  ; 
Floods  of  temptation  beat  in  vain  ! 
Well  doth  this  rock  the  houfe  fuftain. 

4  When  ftorms  of  wrath  around  prevail, 
Whirlwind  and  thunder,  fire  and  hail, 
'Tis  here  our  trembling  fouls  fhall  hide, 
And  here  fecurely  they  abide  : 

5  While  they  that  fcorn  this  precious  Stone, 
Fond  of  fome  quickfand  of  their  own, 
Borne  down  by  weighty  vengeance  die, 
And  buried  deep  in  ruin  lie. 

CLXIII.     Our  Example,  John  xiii.  15. 

AND  is  the  gofpel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  converfation  be  : 
The  ferpent  blended  with  the  dove, 

Wifdom  and  meek  fimplicity. 
2  Whene'er  the  angiy  paffions  rife, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  01  tongues  to  ftrife, 
To  Jefus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Cnriftian  life  ! 


i+4         DIVINE  HTMNS,  on. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 

Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  thefethe  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will. 
Was  his  employment  and  delight  ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  thro'  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Difpenfing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  ; 

O,  if  we  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 

6  Bat  ah  how  blind  !  how  weak  we  are  ! 
How  frail  !  how  apt  to  turn  afide  ! 

Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 
And  afk  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

7  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 

Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
Dear  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee, 

CLXIV.     Weak  believers  encouraged, 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  faints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praife  of  Chrift,  our  Lord, 
Bid  every  firing  awake. 

2  Tho'  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 

And  nearer  to  our  houfe  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  fhall  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  mine, 

Nor  prefent  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  fpark  divine. 

4  The  time  of  love  will  come, 
When  we  fhall  clearly  fee 

Not  only  that  he  fhed  his  blood, 
But  each  (hall  fay,  for  me, 

5  Tarry  his  leifure  then, 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.         145 

Wait  the  appointed  hour  ; 
Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  fouls 
Reveal  his  love  with  pow'r. 

6  Bleft  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  ftays  himfelf  on  thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

Shall  thy  falvation  fee. 

CLX  V.     Hoping  and  Longing* 

COME,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice, 
In  hope  that  we  mall  hear  thy  voice, 
Shall  one  day  fee  our  God  ; 
Shall  ceafe  from  all  our  painful  ftrife, 
Handle  and  tafte  the  word  of  life, 
And  feel  the  fprinkled  blood. 

2  Let  us  not  always  make  our  moan, 
Nor  worlhip  thee  a  God  unknown  ; 

But  let  us  live  to  prove 
Thy  people's  reft,  thy  faint's  delight, 
The  length  and  breadth,  the  depth  and  heighth 

Of  thy  redeeming  love, 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earneft  hope, 
We  ftand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below  ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rife, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradife 

In  endlefs  plenty  grow  ; 

4  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  fmile, 

With  every  bleffing  bleft  : 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlafting  reft. 

5  O  when  (hall  we  at  once  go  up, 
Nor  this  fide  Jordon  longer  ftop, 

But  the  good  land  poffefs : 
When  fhali  we  end  our  legal  years, 
N 


i46  DIVINE    HTMNS,  or 

Our  forrows,  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 
An  howling  wildernefs  ! 

6  O  deareft  Jolhua,  bring  us  in, 
Difplay  thy  grace,  forgive  our  fin, 

Our  unbelief  remove  : 
The  heav'nly  Canaan,  Lord,  divide, 
And  O,  with  all  the  fan&ify'd, 
;  Give  us  a  land  of  love  ! 

CLXVI.     A  Prayer  fir  the  promijed  Refl— 
Ifa.  xxvi.  3. 

DEA~R  friend  of  friendlefs  finners  hear, 
And  magnify  thy  grace  divine  : 
Pardon  a  worm  that  would  draw  near, 

That  would  his  heart  to  thee  refign  : 
A  worm  by  felf  and  fin  oppreft, 
That  pants  to  reach  thy  promis'd  reft. 

2  With  holy  fear  and  reverend  love, 
I  long  to  lie  beneath  thy  throne  ; 

I  long  in  thee  to  live  and  move, 

And  flay  myfelf  on  thee  alone  : 
Teach  me  to  lean  upon  thy  breaft, 
To  find  in  thee  the  promis'd  reft. 

3  Thou  fay'ft  thou  wilt  thy  fervants  keep 
In  perfect  peace,  whofe  minds  (hall  be 

Like  new-born  babes,  or  helplefs  iheep, 

Completely  ftay'd,  dear  Lord,  on  thee  : 
How  calm  their  ftate,  how  truly  bleft, 
Who  truft  on  thee  the  promis'd  reft  ! 

4  Take  me,  my  Saviour,  as  thine  own, 
And  vindicate  my  righteous  caufe  ; 

Be  thou,  my  portion,  Lord,  alone  ; 
And  bend  me  to  obey  thy  laws  ; 

In  thy  dear  arms  of  love  carefs'd, 

Give  me  to  find  thy  promis'd  reft. 

5  Bid  tjhc  tempeftuous  rage  of  fin 
With  all  its  wrathful  fury  die  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer  dwell  within, 
And  turn  my  forrows  into  joy  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        i47 

O  may  my  heart,  by  thee  pofitfs'd, 
Know  thee  to  be  my  promis'd  red. 

CLXVU.     Refignaiion  5  or,  God  our  portion* 

MY  times  of  forrow  and  of  joy, 
Great  God,  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  choiceit  comfor :s  come  from  t  hee, . 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  fhouldft  take  them  all  away,, 
Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 

Before  they  were  pofTefs'd  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 
Tho'  the  whole  world  were  gone, 

But  feek  enduring  happinefs 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

4  What  is  the  world  with  all  its  (lore, 
'Tis  but  a  bitter  fweet  ! 

When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rofe. 
A  pricking  thorn  I  meet* 

5  Here  perfeft  blifs  can  ne'er  be  found, 
The  honey's  mixt  with  gall, 

Midft  changing  fcenes  and  dying  friends, 
Be  thou  my  all  in  all. 

CLXVIII.     The  Chilian's  Spiritual  Voyage. 

JESUS,  at  thy  command, 
I  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  fin  lulls  all  afleep  : 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  refign, 
And  fail  to  heav'n  with  thee  and  thine. 
2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wife  ; 
My  compafs  is  thy  word  : 
My  foul  each  florm  defies, 

While  I  have  fuch  a  Lord  ! 
I  truft  thy  faithfulnefs  and  pow'r 
To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour. 
N  z 


148         DIVINE   HTMNS,  on 

3  Tho'  rocks  and  quickfands  deep 
Thro*  all  my  paffage  lie, 

Yet  Chrift  will  fafely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 
My  anchor  hope  fhall  firm  abide, 
And  every  boiftrous  ftorm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  fee  the  land, 
The  port  of  endlefs  reft, 

My  foul,  thy  fails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jems'  breaft  ! 
O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  more, 
Where  winds  and  waves  diftrefs  no  more. 

5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  ftorms  forbear  to  tofs, 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  ftiil  nigh, 

Left  I  mould  fuffer  lofs  : 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempefts  burfting  o'er  my  head. 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  and  blow 
A  profperous  gale  of  grace, 

Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven  my  deftin'd  place  : 
Then,  in  full  fail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 

CLXIX.     Prayer  anfivered  by  Crqffes. 

IASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  fove,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  falvation  know, 
And  feek  more  earneftly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  truft,  has  anfwer'd  prayer  ; 

Bu«-  it  has  been  in  fach  a  way, 
As  almoft  drove  me  to  defpair, 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  fome  favor'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  anfwer  my  requeft  ; 

And  by  his  love's  conftraining  power, 
Subdue  my  fms  and  give  me  reft. 


SPIR  ITUAL   SONGS.        15^ 

5  How  new  thy  mercies  then, 
How  fovereign  and  how  free, 

Our  fouls  that  had  been  dead  in  fin, 
Were  made  alive  to  thee. 

Pause. 

6  Now  we  expect  a  day, 
Still  brighter  far  than  this, 

When  death  ihall  bear  our  fouls  away 
To  realms  of  light  and  blifs. 

7  There  rapturous  fcenesof  joy 
Shall  burft  upon  our  fight  : 

And  every  pain,  and  tear  and  figh, 

Be  drown'd  in  endlefs  night. 
S  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

O  Son  of  Righteoufnefs, 
Our  happy  fouls  fhall  fit  and  fing, 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

9  Nor  fhall  that  radiant  day, 
So  joyfully  begun, 

In  evening  fhadows  die  away, 
Beneath  the  fetting  fun. 

10  How  various  and  how  new 
Are  thy  companions  Lord, 

Eternity  thy  love  mail  (hew, 
And  all  thy  truth  record. 

CLXXVI.     At  the  Funeral  of  a  Young  Per/on. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  fnatch'd  away 
By  death's  refiftleis  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  mud  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rifing  figh, 
O  may  this  truth,  impreft 

With  awful  power, — I  too  muft  die, 
Sink  deep  In  every  breaft. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 
Beheld  the  gaping  tomb  t 


i^        DIVINE    HrMNS,    ok. 
It  bids  us  feizethe  prefent  hour, 
To  morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  fcene, 
May  every  heart  obey  ; 

Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray.  , 

5  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jefus  fly, 
Whole  powerful  arm  can  fave  ; 

Then  mail  our  hopes  efcend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  fovereign  grace  impart, 
With  cleanflng,  healing  power  ; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  furprifing  hour* 

CLXX  VII.     A  pro/pea  of  the  Rejurrefiion. 

HOW  long  (hall  Death  the  tyrant  reign, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  juft  ; 
Whilft  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  (lain, 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dull:  ? 

2  Lo,  I  behold  the  fcatter'd  fhades, 
The  dawn  of  heav'n  appears  ; 

The  fweet  immortal  morning  fpreads 
Its  blufhes  round  the  fpheres. 

3  I  fee  the  Lord  of  Glory  come, 
And  flaming  guards  around  ; 

The  Ikies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  trumpet  fhakes  the  ground. 

4  I  bear  the  voice,  "Ye  dead  art fe  /" 
And  lo  the  graves  obey  ; 

And  waking  faints  \vj?h  joyful  eyes 
Salute  th'  expecled  day. 

5  They  leave  the  duft,  and  on  the  wing 
Rife  .to  the  midway  air, 

In  mining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  lo  adore  him  there. 

6  O  may  our  humble  fpirits  Hand 
Among  them,  cloth'd  in  white  ! 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         1-9 

The  meaneft  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

7  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rife, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  thro'  the  fkies, 

On  love's  triumphant  wing  1 

CLXXVIII.    Felix  trembling    Acls  xxiv.  24,  25. 

SEE  Felix,  cloth'd  with  pomp  and  pow'r, 
See  his  refplendent  bride 
Attend  to  hear  a  prifoner  preach 
"The  Saviour  crucify'd. 

2  He  well  defcribes  who  Jefas  was, 
His  glories  and  his  love, 

How  he  obey'd  and  bled  below, 
And  reigns  and  pleads  above. 

3  Felix  up  ftarts,  and  trembling  cries, 
"  Go  for  this  time  away  ; 

I'll  hear  thee  on  theie  points  again, 
On  fome  convenient  day." 

4  Attention  to  the  words  of  life, 
Let  Felix  thus  adjourn  ? 

Lord,  let  us  make  thefe  folemn  truths, 
Our  firft  and  lafl  concern. 


FINIS. 


A   TABLE 

To  find  any  HYMN  by  the  firft  line. 

A  PAGE. 

A  LL  bail  the  power  of  jefus'  name  93 

t£X  Am  *  a  ibldier  of  the  crofs  1 1 

Ariie  my  dear  love,  my  undehTd  dove  34 

Alas  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  102 
Ah  Lord  !  Ah  Lord  1  What  have  I  done       108 

Ah  me  !  I'm  never  well  but  when  114 

Arife  my  foul,  with  wonder  fee  117 

Alas  !  for  I  have  feen  the  Lord  129 

Ah  !  woe  is  me,  conftrain'd  to  dwell  127 

Awake  my  foul,  in  joyful  lays  134 

As  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung  139 

Afflicted  faints  to  Chrift  draw  near  141 

And  is  the  gofpel  peace  and  love  143 

Almighty  Maker,  God  1  149 

B 

BEHOLD  a  lovely  vine  23 

Bleffed  be  God  for  all  76 

Bleft  door  of  blifs  to  weary  faints  17 

Brethren  I  bid  you  all  farewel  94 

Bleil  be  my  God  that  I  was  born  98 

Brethren  farewel  I  do  you  tell  103 

Behold  him  ftreaming  from  the  north  106 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  128 

Before  thy  throne  eternal  King  124 

C 

CHRIST  our  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day  36 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  King  63 

Come  all  ye  faints  and  finners  near  1 1 

Come  all  weary  travelers  18 
Come  all  who've  fpent  your  blooming  days  72 
Come  brethren  &  .fillers  that  love  my  dear  Lord  16 
Come  finners  now  approach  your  God 

Come  to  the  glorious  gofpel- feaft  8 


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TABLE. 


157 


Gome  now  poor  Tinners  fhare  a  part  23 

Come  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord  21 

Come  ye  finners  poor  and  wretched  41 

Chriftians  if  your  hearts  be  warm  105 

Chrift,  in  that  night  he  was  betray'd  1 17 

Companions  of  thy  little  flock  115 

Come  finners  to  the  gofpel  fsaft  1 1 1 

Come  Lord  and  help  us  to  rejoice  145 

D 

DEAR  chriftian  friends,  come  we  will  go  91 

Didft  thou  dear  Jefus  fuffer  ihame  61 

Diffufe  thy  beams  and  teach  my  heart  67 

Difmifs  us  with  thy  blefiing  Lord  30 

Does  it  not  griefe  and  wonder  move  92 

Drefs'd  uniforrrLChrift's  foldiers  are  8 

Pear  friend  of  friendlefs  finners  hear  146 


E 


E 

TERNAL  love,  the  darling  fong  68 

Enoourag'd  by  thy  word  1  r$ 


F 

FAREWEL  vain  world  I  bid  adieu  84 

Farewel  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  5 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arife  36 

Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word  135 

G 

GOD's  power  and  wifdom  is  difplay'd  42 

Go  on  ye  pilgrims  while  below  85 

Great  high  prieft  we  view  thee  ftooping  32 

Great  God  thy  .watchful  care  we  blefs  149 

God  in  the  gofpel  of  his  fon  1  $6 

H 

HAIL  rov'reign  love  that  fjrft  began  7 

He  dies  the  heav'nly  lover  dies     t  15 

How  tedious  and  iaftelefc  'he  hours  10 

Hark  hear  ihe  found  on  earth  is  found  33 

Heav'nly  thoughts  create  my  fong  57 
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15S  TAB    L    E. 

Happy  the  man  whofe  will  is  bow'd 

How  various  and  how  new  152 
How  firm  a  foundation  ye  faints  of  the  Lord  96 

Hark  how  the  gofpel  trumpet  founds  97 

Hail  happy  Pilgrims  whence  came  ye  109 

How  long  fhall  death  the  tyrant  reign  154 

Hark  my  gay  friends  that  folemn  toll  1 30 

Hail  the  new  year  that's  now  begun  120 

How  vain  are  the  pleafures  of  time  121 

Hail  the  day  that  fees  him  rife  125 

How  are  thy  fervants  bleft,  O  Lord  135 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart  139 

J 

JERUSALEM  my  happy  home  14 

Jefus  once  for  fmners  (lain  40 

Jefus  I  truft  and  go  I  muft  50 

Jefus  and  fhall  it  ever  be  100 

Jefus  thy  bleflings  are  not  few  62 

Jefos  drinks  the  bitter  cup  124 

Jefus  lover  of  my  foul  126 

Jefus  th*  eternal  Son  of  God  137 

Jefus  at  thy  command  147 

I  fojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears  128 

I  am  that  I  am  77 

In  the  Lord's  word  left  on  record  38 

I  hear  the  gofpePs  joyful  found  39 

I  fet  myfelf  againft  the  Lord  89 

I  blefs  the  Lord  1 i 5 

I  afk'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow  148 

L 

LET  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice  25 

Let  Chrift  the  glorious  lover  8<r 

Lord  whither  fhall  I  flee  27 

Lord  when  fhall  we  mount  up  to  thee  47 

Lord  when  together  here  we  meet  54 

Lord  in  the  morning  I  will  fend  84 

Lord  difmifs  us  with  thy  blefling  100 

Let  ftrife  forever  ceafe  ^04 

Lo  we  are  journ'ing  home  to  God  1 1 3 


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